All started at this language from one of her usually gentle demeanour.
"Why, Esther, how you talk, girl: what's come over you ?" "Talk!" replied she.

"I say nothing that I do not feel.

As we came through the streets to-day, and I saw so many inoffensive creatures, who, like ourselves, have never done these white wretches the least injury,--to see them and us driven from our homes by a mob of wretches, who can accuse us of nothing but being darker than themselves,--it takes all the woman out of my bosom, and makes me feel like a----" here Esther paused, and bit her lip to prevent the utterance of a fierce expression that hovered on the tip of her tongue.
She then continued: "One poor woman in particular I noticed: she had a babe in her arms, poor thing, and was weeping bitterly because she knew of no place to go to seek for shelter or protection.

A couple of white men stood by jeering and taunting her.

I felt as though I could have strangled them: had I been a man, I would have attacked them on the spot, if I had been sure they would have killed me the next moment." "Hush! Esther, hush! my child; you must not talk so, it sounds unwomanly--unchristian.