“We'd be making sail in the dawn, with a fair breeze, singing a chanty song wid no care to it. And astern the land would be sinking low and dying out, but we'd give it no heed but a laugh, and never look behind. For the day that was, was enough, for we was free men - and I'm thinking 'tis only slaves do be giving heed to the day that's gone or the day to come - until they're old like me.” ThinkingMenGivingLooksEnoughWould BeCareSongBehindsLaughingGoneLandDyingSingingLowsFairsSlaveLike MeDawnSailBreezeHeedFree ManSinkingDays To Come Book:The Hairy Ape Source: The Hairy Ape
“I have often sung to drown my sorrow, but seldom to express my happiness. Crying for joy, and singing for joy, were alike uncommon to me while in the jaws of slavery. The singing of a man cast away upon a desolate island might be as appropriately considered as evidence of contentment and happiness, as the singing of a slave; the songs of the one and of the other are prompted by the same emotion.” MenMightJoySongEmotionCrySorrowSingingEvidenceSlaverySlaveCastsIslandsContentmentUncommonDesolateCast Away Book:Narrative of the life of Frederick Douglass, an American slave, written by himself Source: Narrative of the life of Frederick Douglass, an American slave, written by himself