the sun
burns me,
Quashy
shall stay
in the
sun.
Quashy
shall earn
the money,
and I will
spend it.
Quashy
shall lie
down in
every
puddle,
that I may
walk over
dry-shod.
Quashy
shall do
my will,
and not
his, all
the days
of his
mortal
life, and
have such
chance of
getting to
heaven, at
last, as I
find
convenient.
This I
take to be
about what
slavery
is. I defy
anybody on
earth to
read our
slave-code,
as it
stands in
our
law-books,
and make
anything
