Twelve Years a Slave
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"Twelve Years A Slave" is the story of Solomon Northup, an African American who was born free in New York in the early 1800s. In 1841, Solomon Northup was captured and forced into slavery for a period of 12 years. "Twelve Years A Slave" is a captivating narrative of the life of freedom and slavery experienced by one African American man prior to the American Civil War. The book is detailed in its account of life on a cotton and sugar plantation and the daily routine of slave life during the first part of the 19th century.
castigation I had just received was nothing in comparison with what would follow. He swore that he would either conquer or kill me. With these consolatory words, the fetters were taken from my wrists, my feet still remaining fastened to the ring; the shutter of the little barred window, which had been opened, was again closed, and going out, locking the great door behind them, I was left in darkness as before. In an hour, perhaps two, my heart leaped to my throat, as the key rattled in the door
would like to, very much,” said I, inspired with a sudden hope of getting away from Tibeats. “You worked under Myers at Peter Tanner’s, didn’t you ?” I replied I had, adding some complimentary remarks that Myers had made concerning me. “Well, boy,” said he, “I have hired you of your master to work for me in the ” Big Cane Brake,“ thirty-eight miles from here, down on Red River.” This man was Mr. Eldret, who lived below Ford’s, on the same side of the bayou. I accompanied him to his
that presented itself. “Don’t know nothing about it, Master Epps,” I answered him, assuming an air of ignorance and surprise ; “Don’t know nothing at all about it, sir.” “Wan’t you over to Shaw’s night before last?” he inquired. “No, master,” was the reply. “Hav’nt you asked that fellow, Armsby, to mail a letter for you at Marksville ?” “Why, Lord, master, I never spoke three words to him in all my life. I don’t know what you mean.” “Well,” he continued, “Armsby told me to-day the devil was
and I resolved to do it, and submit to whatever consequences might ensue. We were busily at work in the afternoon, when I stopped suddenly and said— “Master Bass, I want to ask you what part of the country you came from ?” “Why, Platt, what put that into your heal ? ” he answered. “You wouldn’t know if I should tell you.” After a moment or two he added—“I was born in Canada; now guess where that is.” “Oh, I know where Canada is,” said I, “I have been there myself.” “Yes, I expect you are well
at length, “Master Bass,” I answered, “if justice had been done, I never would have been here.” “Well, how’s this ?” said he. “Who are you ? You have been in Canada sure enough; I know all the places you mention. How did you happen to get here ? Come, tell me all about it.” “I have no friends here,” was my reply, “that I can put confidence in. I am afraid to tell you, though I don’t believe you would tell Master Epps if I should.” He assured me earnestly he would keep every word I might speak