Frederick Douglass. The silver trump of freedom had roused my soul to eternal wakefulness. Freedom now appeared, to disappear no more forever. It was heard in every sound, and seen in every thing. It was ever present to torment me with a sense of my wretched condition. I saw nothing without seeing it, I heard nothing without hearing it, and felt nothing without feeling it. It looked from every star, it smiled in every calm, breathed in every wind, and moved in every storm.

From the attitude Douglass expresses in the passage, the reader can infer that freedom made Douglass feel

indifferent.
shocked.
melancholy.
thrilled.

"get off of your lazy bum and come running with me or i'm dumping this pitcher of water on u " u say with a smile. she thinks your joking so she ignores you about 10 seconds later shes screaming wile water is dripping everywhere you say "here comes the second one! " then you here her say okay, your such a j e r k ! ill be ready in 5 put the pitcher down " she say in an angry tone. and you smile in victory

good enough?

the anwser is went creeping down the river again, across the wide lonely marshes to the sea.

i longed to go with them out into the world to seek my fortune in foreign lands—africa, india, china and peru!

and, dreaming of the lands i had never seen, i'd sit on there, watching till they were out of sight.

that is true because that is something they fulfill for their work.