1 The blood was yet oozing from the wound on my head.
The Narrative of the Life By Frederick DouglassGet Context In CHAPTER X 2 His horses were of the finest form and noblest blood.
The Narrative of the Life By Frederick DouglassGet Context In CHAPTER III 3 His presence made it both the field of blood and of blasphemy.
The Narrative of the Life By Frederick DouglassGet Context In CHAPTER II 4 From the crown of my head to my feet, I was covered with blood.
The Narrative of the Life By Frederick DouglassGet Context In CHAPTER X 5 My hair was all clotted with dust and blood; my shirt was stiff with blood.
The Narrative of the Life By Frederick DouglassGet Context In CHAPTER X 6 It was enough to chill the blood and stiffen the hair of an ordinary man to hear him talk.
The Narrative of the Life By Frederick DouglassGet Context In CHAPTER II 7 His mangled body sank out of sight, and blood and brains marked the water where he had stood.
The Narrative of the Life By Frederick DouglassGet Context In CHAPTER IV 8 The louder she screamed, the harder he whipped; and where the blood ran fastest, there he whipped longest.
The Narrative of the Life By Frederick DouglassGet Context In CHAPTER I 9 This gave me assurance, and I held him uneasy, causing the blood to run where I touched him with the ends of my fingers.
The Narrative of the Life By Frederick DouglassGet Context In CHAPTER X 10 I considered him as getting entirely the worst end of the bargain; for he had drawn no blood from me, but I had from him.
The Narrative of the Life By Frederick DouglassGet Context In CHAPTER X 11 For a time I thought I should bleed to death; and think now that I should have done so, but that the blood so matted my hair as to stop the wound.
The Narrative of the Life By Frederick DouglassGet Context In CHAPTER X 12 I have seen him whip a woman, causing the blood to run half an hour at the time; and this, too, in the midst of her crying children, pleading for their mother's release.
The Narrative of the Life By Frederick DouglassGet Context In CHAPTER II 13 I had been at my new home but one week before Mr. Covey gave me a very severe whipping, cutting my back, causing the blood to run, and raising ridges on my flesh as large as my little finger.
The Narrative of the Life By Frederick DouglassGet Context In CHAPTER X 14 Mrs. Hamilton used to sit in a large chair in the middle of the room, with a heavy cowskin always by her side, and scarce an hour passed during the day but was marked by the blood of one of these slaves.
The Narrative of the Life By Frederick DouglassGet Context In CHAPTER VI 15 I have often been awakened at the dawn of day by the most heart-rending shrieks of an own aunt of mine, whom he used to tie up to a joist, and whip upon her naked back till she was literally covered with blood.
The Narrative of the Life By Frederick DouglassGet Context In CHAPTER I 16 While down in this situation, Mr. Covey took up the hickory slat with which Hughes had been striking off the half-bushel measure, and with it gave me a heavy blow upon the head, making a large wound, and the blood ran freely; and with this again told me to get up.
The Narrative of the Life By Frederick DouglassGet Context In CHAPTER X 17 Mr. Gore lived in St. Michael's, Talbot county, Maryland, when I left there; and if he is still alive, he very probably lives there now; and if so, he is now, as he was then, as highly esteemed and as much respected as though his guilty soul had not been stained with his brother's blood.
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