Journal of a Residence on a Georgian Plantation in 1838-1839, Volumen 1Harper & Brothers, 1863 - 337 páginas Fanny Kemble was a famous British actress. She married Pierce Butler in 1834 and moved to Georgia with her husband when he inherited a plantation from his grandfather. This diary was recorded during her stay on the plantation and was circulated among abolitionists prior to the Civil War. The diary was published in both England and America after the outbreak of the war. She left her husband in the Spring of 1839 and they were divorced in 1849. She returned to England in 1877 where she remained until her death. |
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... very well , dear E , that in speaking of the free blacks of the North I here state nothing but what is true , and of daily experience . Only last week I heard in this very town of Philadelphia of a family of 12 JOURNAL OF.
... very well , dear E , that in speaking of the free blacks of the North I here state nothing but what is true , and of daily experience . Only last week I heard in this very town of Philadelphia of a family of 12 JOURNAL OF.
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... North , with which I am familiar enough to speak confidently of it . As for the slaves , and their capacity for progress , I can say nothing , for I have never been among them to judge what faculties their unhappy social position leaves ...
... North , with which I am familiar enough to speak confidently of it . As for the slaves , and their capacity for progress , I can say nothing , for I have never been among them to judge what faculties their unhappy social position leaves ...
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... , the custom of task labor is universal , and it prevails , I believe , throughout Georgia , South Carolina , and parts of North Carolina ; in other parts of the latter state , however - as A RESIDENCE IN GEORGIA . 27.
... , the custom of task labor is universal , and it prevails , I believe , throughout Georgia , South Carolina , and parts of North Carolina ; in other parts of the latter state , however - as A RESIDENCE IN GEORGIA . 27.
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... North , working from sunrise to sunset in the fields with the farmer and his sons , and coming in with them to their meals , which they take immediately after the rest of the family . In Louisiana and the new south- western slave states ...
... North , working from sunrise to sunset in the fields with the farmer and his sons , and coming in with them to their meals , which they take immediately after the rest of the family . In Louisiana and the new south- western slave states ...
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... north . A sort of dreamy stillness seemed creeping over the world and into my spirit as the canoe just tilted against the steps that led to the wharf , raised by the scarce perceptible heaving of the water . A melancholy , monotonous ...
... north . A sort of dreamy stillness seemed creeping over the world and into my spirit as the canoe just tilted against the steps that led to the wharf , raised by the scarce perceptible heaving of the water . A melancholy , monotonous ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Abolitionists afternoon allowed Altamaha appeared asked baby beautiful better blossoms boat Brunswick called certainly child church Cloth color condition cotton course curious Darien dear dear E degradation dikes dreadful evergreen existence feel fields filthy flogged FRANCES ANNE KEMBLE gardinias Georgia head human intelligent Irish island Israel Jack Jack rowed Khad labor land leave live look lovely manumission massa master means miserable missis Molly morning mulatto natural negress negroes neighbor never nigger Northern overseer owners perfectly planters poor creatures present race rattlesnakes residence rice plantation rice-island ride river rode round seems settlement sick Simon's slaveholders slavery slaves soil sort South Southern spect suppose swamp SYLVIA'S LOVERS tell thing thought tion to-day told trees utter walk whole wife wild woman women wonder woods wretched yesterday young
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Página 73 - A new commandment I give unto you, that ye love one another ; even as I have loved you, that ye also love one another.
Página 146 - I suppose the most degraded race of human beings claiming an Anglo-Saxon origin that can be found on the face of the earth...
Página 316 - ... entering the first of these? But half the casements, of which there were six, were glazed, and these were obscured with dirt, almost as much as the other windowless ones were darkened by the dingy shutters, which the shivering inmates had fastened to in order to protect themselves from the cold. In the enormous chimney glimmered the powerless embers of a few sticks of wood, round which, however, as many of the sick women as could approach were cowering, some on wooden settles, most of them on...
Página 105 - I reflect on the great means of good, to myself and ^Jjiers, that I so gladly agreed to give up forever for a maintenance by the unpaid labor of slaves — people toiling not only unpaid, but under the bitter conditions the bare contemplation of which was then wringing my heart. You will not wonder that when, in the midst of such cogitations, I suddenly accosted Mr. O , it was to this effect :
Página 112 - Presently the whole congregation uplifted their voices in a hymn, the first high wailing notes of which — sung all in unison, in the midst of these unwonted surroundings — sent a thrill through all my nerves.
Página 238 - Apparently the negro jargon has commended itself as euphonious to her infantile ears, and she is now treating me to the most ludicrous and accurate imitations of it every time she opens her mouth. Of course I shall not allow this, comical as it is, to become a habit. This is the way the Southern ladies acquire the thick and inelegant pronunciation which distinguishes their utterances from the Northern snuffle, and I have no desire that S should adorn her mother tongue with either peculiarity.
Página 176 - M up stairs keeping watch over them, and I sit writing this daily history for your edification, the door of the great barn-like room is opened stealthily, and one after another, men and women come trooping silently in, their naked feet falling all but inaudibly on the bare boards as they betake themselves to the hearth, where they squat down on their hams in a circle, the bright blaze from the huge pine logs, which is the only light of this half of the room, shining on their sooty limbs and faces,...