1 They seldom knew what it was to eat a full meal.
2 Mr. Covey gave us enough to eat, but scarce time to eat it.
3 I went for the form, more than for want of any thing to eat that morning.
4 Master William Hamilton, my master's father-in-law, always gave his slaves enough to eat.
5 He, like Mr. Covey, gave us enough to eat; but, unlike Mr. Covey, he also gave us sufficient time to take our meals.
6 Not to give a slave enough to eat, is regarded as the most aggravated development of meanness even among slaveholders.
7 My reason for this kind of carelessness, or carefulness, was, that I could always get something to eat when I went there.
8 It was tenfold harder after living in Master Hugh's family, where I had always had enough to eat, and of that which was good.
9 I nevertheless made the change gladly; for I was sure of getting enough to eat, which is not the smallest consideration to a hungry man.
10 He finally gave up the chase, thinking, I suppose, that I must come home for something to eat; he would give himself no further trouble in looking for me.
11 His master is enraged at him; but, not willing to send him off without food, gives him more than is necessary, and compels him to eat it within a given time.
12 Few are willing to incur the odium attaching to the reputation of being a cruel master; and above all things, they would not be known as not giving a slave enough to eat.
13 Every city slaveholder is anxious to have it known of him, that he feeds his slaves well; and it is due to them to say, that most of them do give their slaves enough to eat.
14 His master, in many cases, goes off to town, and buys a large quantity; he returns, takes his whip, and commands the slave to eat the molasses, until the poor fellow is made sick at the very mention of it.
15 We did not get much to eat, nor that which was very good; but we had a good clean room, from the windows of which we could see what was going on in the street, which was very much better than though we had been placed in one of the dark, damp cells.