Summary

Portrait of Paul Laurence Dunbar Paul Laurence Dunbar The Strength of Gideon and Other Stories

Often the eyes that looked away to where freedom lay were filled with a wistful longing that was tragic in its intensity, for they saw the hardships and the difficulties between the slave and his goal and, worst of all, an iniquitous law,—liberty's compromise with bondage, that rose like a stone wall between him and hope,—a law that degraded every free-thinking man to the level of a slave-catcher.
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Portrait of Paul Laurence Dunbar Paul Laurence Dunbar The Strength of Gideon and Other Stories

The colored boy flashes one glance at the horse and rider who are so surely gaining upon him, and his lips close in a grim line. They are half-way down the stretch, and Mosquito's head is at the stallion's neck.
For a single moment Patsy thinks of the sick woman at home and what that race will mean to her, and then his knees close against the horse's sides with a firmer dig. The spurs shoot deeper into the steaming flanks. Black Boy shall win; he must win. The horse that has taken away his father shall give him back his mother.
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Portrait of Paul Laurence Dunbar Paul Laurence Dunbar The Strength of Gideon and Other Stories

Eliza began to cry.
"You needn't sniffle," said the doctor; "I don't see what you people want to come up here for anyhow. Why don't you stay down South where you belong? You come up here and you're just a burden and a trouble to the city. The South deals with all of you better, both in poverty and crime." He knew that these people did not understand him, but he wanted an outlet for the heat within him.
There was another angry being in the room, and that was Patsy. His eyes were full of tears that scorched him and would not fall.
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