th them; but at that moment the horses had reached
the hill-top, and the driver was by their side.
He called back, as he passed round the rear of his load to the nigh side
of his team. I caught only a few of his last words;--"take your backbone
for a for'ard X." I snapped my thumb and finger at him, though not
lifting my arm from my side. The human spinal column, with its vertebrae,
for an axle-tree of a wagon! And yet, I immediately thought, the poor
negro's back is truly "the for'ard X" of the great wagon of our American
commerce. But I let him depart.
Salutary impressions, I cannot question, dear Aunty, were made upon his
mind. He had heard some things which would occupy his thoughts in his
solitary trudge on his way to Boston. That thought comforted me as I was
writhing a little on my way home, under his opprobrious epithets; for
you know that I was always sensitive when addressed with reproachful
words.
I could not help recalling and analyzing his scalding words of contempt.
I took a certain pleasure in doing so, because, as I saw and felt the
power of each in succession, I remembered what awful abuses flow from
the tongues of Southern masters and mistresses continually, as they goad
on their slaves to their work, or reproach them for not bringing in the
brick for which they had given them no straw. So it was comparatively a
light affliction for me to remember that I had been called by such hard
names. "Putty-headed!" said he. I infer, dear Aunty, that he must have
worked in the painter's department, and had been familiar with putty;
hence he drew the epithet, into whose signification I did not care to
inquire. "White-birch-looking!" I suppose he referred to the impression
of imbecility which we have in seeing a perfectly white tree in the
woods among the deep green of the sturdier trees. He may have referred
to the effect of sedentary habits on my complexion. However, I soon
forgot the particulars of his insulting address, retaining only the
impression that I had suffered
Notka biograficzna
Reverend Nehemiah Adams (born February 19, 1806; died October 6, 1878) was an American clergyman and writer. He was born in Salem, Massachusetts, in 1806 to Nehemiah Adams and Mehitabel Torrey Adams. He graduated from Harvard University in 1826, and from Andover Theological Seminary in 1829. He was ordained as co-pastor of First Congregational Church in Cambridge, Massachusetts, that same year. In 1832, he married Martha Hooper.
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Joanna Baillie (September 11, 1762February 23, 1851) was a Scottish poet and dramatist. Baillie was very well-known during her lifetime and, though a woman, intended her plays not for the closet but for the stage. Admired both for her literary powers and her sweetness of disposition, her cottage at Hampstead was the centre of a brilliant literary society. Baillie died at the age of 88, her faculties remaining unimpaired to the last.