My free life began on the third of september, 1838. on the morning of the fourth of that month, after an anxious and most perilous but safe journey, i found myself in the big city of new york, a free man—one more added to the mighty throng which, like the confused waves of the troubled sea, surged to and fro between the lofty walls of broadway. though dazzled with the wonders which met me on every hand, my thoughts could not be much withdrawn from my strange situation. for the moment, the dreams of my youth and the hopes of my manhood were completely fulfilled. the bonds that had held me to "old master" were broken. no man now had a right to call me his slave or assert mastery over me. i was in the rough and tumble of an outdoor world, to take my chance with the rest of its busy number.

i have often been asked how i felt when first i found myself on free soil. there is scarcely anything in my experience about which i could not give a more satisfactory answer. a new world had opened upon me. if life is more than breath and the "quick round of blood," i lived more in that one day than in a year of my slave life. it was a time of joyous excitement which words can but tamely describe. in a letter written to a friend soon after reaching new york, i said: "i felt as one might feel upon escape from a den of hungry lions." anguish and grief, like darkness and rain, may be depicted; but gladness and joy, like the rainbow, defy the skill of pen or pencil. during ten or fifteen years i had been, as it were, dragging a heavy chain which no strength of mine could break; i was not only a slave, but a slave for life. i might become a husband, a father, an aged man, but through all, from birth to death, from the cradle to the grave, i had felt myself doomed. all efforts i had previously made to secure my freedom had not only failed, but had seemed only to rivet my fetters (fasten my chains) the more firmly, and to render my escape more difficult. baffled, entangled, and discouraged, i had at times asked myself the question, "may not my condition after all be god's work, and ordered for a wise purpose, and if so, is not submission my duty? " a contest had in fact been going on in my mind for a long time, between the clear consciousness of right and the plausible (reasonable) make-shifts of theology and superstition. the one held me an abject (hopeless) slave—a prisoner for life, punished for some transgression in which i had no lot nor part; and the other counseled me to manly endeavor to secure my freedom. this contest was now ended; my chains were broken, and the victory brought me unspeakable joy.

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