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Frederick Douglass, the Orator - Monroe County Library System

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Central <strong>Library</strong> of Rochester and <strong>Monroe</strong> <strong>County</strong> · Historic Monographs Collection<br />

24 LIFE OF FREDERICK DOUGLASS.<br />

similar purpose. While at Mr. Freeland's <strong>the</strong><br />

following year he made up his mind to make an<br />

attempt to secure his liberty. He consulted with<br />

those slaves who he believed would be willing to<br />

co-operate in this movement with him. But <strong>the</strong>y<br />

had in mind no definite place to which <strong>the</strong>y could<br />

flee and enjoy <strong>the</strong>ir freedom. Mr. <strong>Douglass</strong> has<br />

beautifully and graphically described <strong>the</strong> thoughts<br />

that passed through <strong>the</strong>ir minds at <strong>the</strong> time <strong>the</strong>y<br />

were planning to run away. Here is what he<br />

says: "At every gate through which we had to<br />

pass we saw a watchman; at every ferry a guard;<br />

on every bridge a sentinel, and in every wood a<br />

patrol or slave-hunter. We were hemmed in on<br />

every side. The good to be sought and <strong>the</strong> evil<br />

to be shunned were flung in <strong>the</strong> balance and<br />

weighed against each o<strong>the</strong>r. On <strong>the</strong> one hand<br />

stood slavery, a stern reality, glaring frightfully<br />

upon us, with <strong>the</strong> blood of millions in its polluted<br />

skirts, terrible to behold, greedily devouring our<br />

hard earnings and feeding upon our flesh. This<br />

was <strong>the</strong> evil from which to escape. On <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r<br />

hand, far away, back in <strong>the</strong> hazy distance, where<br />

all forms seemed but shadows under <strong>the</strong> flickering<br />

light of <strong>the</strong> north star, behind some craggy<br />

hill or snow-capped mountain, stood a doubtful<br />

freedom, half frozen, beckoning us to her icy domain.<br />

This was <strong>the</strong> good to be sought. The<br />

inequality was as great as that between certainty

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