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I was born in South Carolina. My grandfather was stolen from Africa.

I was going to take a longer holiday than he thought for.

I WAS born in Columbia, South Carolina.

But thanks be to God that those days have passed, and we now live under the sun of liberty.

When the yoke was taken from my neck I went to school in Columbia, S. C., awhile, then to Charleston.

Be mild and firm. Apply your best exertions to put us in a proper posture of defense.

My only desire has been to do good.

She [South Carolina] cannot bring herself to believe, that standing as she does on the basis of the constitution, and the immutable principles of truth and justice, any attempt will be made by her confederate States, and least of all by the Government which they have created, for special purposes, to reduce her to subjection by military force. A confederacy of sovereign states, formed by the free consent of all, cannot possibly be held together, by any other tie than mutual sympathies and common interest. The unhallowed attempt to cement the union with the blood of our citizens, (which if successful would reduce the free and sovereign States of this confederacy to mere dependent provinces) South Carolina has solemnly declared, would be regarded by her, as absolving her "from all further obligation to maintain or preserve her political connexion with the people of the other States."

My life had not been wholly uneventful; I had been of an observant turn of mind from my youth.

The place of my birth and the conditions under which I was born are matters over which, of course, I had no control.

I gave my services willingly for four years and three months without receiving a dollar.

I cannot express the pleasure I have had in sitting down, and recalling the incidents of my childhood and youth.

I always had plenty to do. Fast as one child would be walkin', then I would have another one to nurse.

I was very happy to know my efforts were successful in camp, and also felt grateful for the appreciation of my services.

It does not treat of campaigns, army maneuvers, or plans of battles, but only of the daily life of a common soldier, and of such things as fell under his limited observation.

A defect, from which the race suffers much, arises out of the fact that so little effort has been made to record and preserve the creditable history which the race has already made.

Common ground. America is not a blanket woven from one thread, one color, one cloth. When I was a child growing up in Greenville, South Carolina my grandmama could not afford a blanket, she didn't complain and we did not freeze. Instead she took pieces of old cloth - patches, wool, silk, gabardine, crockersack - only patches, barely good enough to wipe off your shoes with. But they didn't stay that way very long. With sturdy hands and a strong cord, she sewed them together into a quilt, a thing of beauty and power and culture. Now, Democrats, we must build such a quilt.