1 This plan worked well; the slaves became as fearful of tar as of the lash.
2 He did this to alarm their fears, and strike terror into those who escaped.
3 He found himself incapable of managing his slaves either by force, fear, or fraud.
4 When he whipped, he seemed to do so from a sense of duty, and feared no consequences.
5 I was sometimes prompted to take my life, and that of Covey, but was prevented by a combination of hope and fear.
6 My master sent me away, because there existed against me a very great prejudice in the community, and he feared I might be killed.
7 I pretended not to be interested in what they said, and treated them as if I did not understand them; for I feared they might be treacherous.
8 We met often, and consulted frequently, and told our hopes and fears, recounted the difficulties, real and imagined, which we should be called on to meet.
9 I always felt worse for having received any thing; for I feared that the giving me a few cents would ease his conscience, and make him feel himself to be a pretty honorable sort of robber.
10 I was afraid to speak to any one for fear of speaking to the wrong one, and thereby falling into the hands of money-loving kidnappers, whose business it was to lie in wait for the panting fugitive, as the ferocious beasts of the forest lie in wait for their prey.