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Frederick Douglass on the Chesapeake
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Our house stood within a few rods of the Chesapeake Bay, whose broad bosom was ever white with sails from every quarter of the habitable globe. Those beautiful vessels, robed in purest white, so delightful to the eye of freemen, were to me so many shrouded ghosts, to terrify and torment me with thoughts of my wretched condition.
Frederick Douglass, "The Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, An American Slave", 1845
1845
