Escape From Slavery: The Boyhood of Frederick Douglas in His Own Words - Paperback

by Michael McCurdy (Editor), Michael McCurdy (Illustrator)

I suffered much from hunger, but much more from cold. In hottest summer and coldest winter, I was kept almost naked-no shoes, no stockings, no jacket, no trousers, nothing on but a coarse tow linen shirt, reaching only to my knees. I had no bed. I must have persished with cold, but that, the coldest nights, i used to steal a bad which was used for carrying corn to the mill. I would crawl in to this bag, and there sleep on the cold, damp, clay floor, with my head and feet out, My feet have been so cracked with frost, that the pen with which I am writing might be laid in the gashes.

From Escape from Slavery: The Boyhood of Frederick Douglas in His Own Words