In class Excercise III

Everything looked clean, new, and beautiful. I saw few or no dilapidated houses, with poverty-stricken inmates. No half-naked children, and bare-footed, such as I had been accustomed to see in Hillsborough Easton St. Michaels and Baltimore. The people looked more able, stronger, healthier, and happier than those of Maryland. I was for once made glad, by a view of extreme wealth without being saddened by seeing extreme poverty, but the most astonishing, as well as the most interesting thing to me was the condition of the colored people; a great many of whom, like myself had escaped thither as a refuge from the hunters of men. I found many who had not been seven years out of their chains, living in finer houses and evidentially enjoying more of the comforts of life than those of the average slaveholders in Maryland. I will venture to assert that my friend, Mr. Nathan Johnson, of whom I can say with a grateful heart:
“I was hungry he gave me meat. I was thirsty and he gave me drink. I was a stranger and he took me in, lived in a neater house, and dined at a better table.”
Read more and better understood the moral, religious and political character of the nation, than nine-tenths of the slaveholders in Talbot County, Maryland.