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Frederick Douglass - Cloze

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Jessica Ferlic
Activity set by: Jessica Ferlic

First, do these activities: verbs, nouns and others. Listen to the MP3s from recording if necessary: Extract from Frederick Douglass Autobiography (normal) or Extract from Frederick Douglas Autobiography (slower). Fill in all the gaps with the missing words, then press "Check" to check your answers. Use the "Hint" button to get a free letter if an answer is giving you trouble. Click this button again for another letter. You can also click on "[?]" for a different hint. Note that you will lose points if you ask for hints or clues! Then, do the Cloze. Finally, do the Quiz.

Primero, haz las actividades de vocabulario. Luego escucha la grabación si es necesario. Rellena los espacios en blanco con las palabras que faltan. Haz click en "Check" para comprobar tus aciertos. Si te resulta difícil la respuesta utiliza el botón "Hint" y te revelará una letra de la casilla en la que te encuentres, puedes clickear varias veces en "Hint" y te dará cada vez una letra más de la palabra. Para obtener ayuda también puedes clickear en el botón "[?]" y te dará una pista. Perderás puntos con las pistas. Luego haz el Cloze y el Quiz.


More Resources:
  Frederick Douglass Autobiography on Gutenberg (Full Recording of Autobiography on Youtube)
  Frederick Douglass on Wikipedia (MP3 of complete text of wikipedia)


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Frederick Douglass – Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave
I was born in Tuckahoe, near Hillsborough, and about twelve miles from Easton, in Talbot county, Maryland. I have no knowledge of my age, never having seen any authentic containing it. By far the larger part of the slaves know as little of their ages as horses know of theirs, and it is the of most masters within my knowledge to keep their slaves thus ignorant. I do not remember to have ever met a slave who could tell of his birthday. They come nearer to it than planting-time, harvest-time, cherry-time, spring-time, or fall-time. A of information concerning my own was a source of unhappiness to me even during childhood. The white children could tell their ages. I could not tell why I ought to be of the same privilege. I was not allowed to make any inquiries of my master concerning it. He all such inquiries on the part of a slave improper and impertinent, and evidence of a restless spirit. The nearest I can give makes me now between twenty-seven and twenty-eight years of age. I come to this, from hearing my master say, some time during 1835, I was about seventeen years old.
My mother was named Harriet Bailey. She was the daughter of Isaac and Betsey Bailey, both colored, and quite dark. My mother was of a darker than either my grandmother or grandfather. My father was a white man. He was admitted to be such by all I ever heard speak of my . The opinion was also whispered that my master was my father; but of the correctness of this opinion, I know nothing; the of knowing was withheld from me. My mother and I were separated when I was but an infant—before I knew her as my mother. It is a common custom, in the of Maryland from which I ran away, to part children from their mothers at a very early age. Frequently, before the child has reached its twelfth month, its mother is taken from it, and hired out on some farm a considerable distance off, and the child is placed under the care of an old woman, too old for field labor. For what this separation is done, I do not know, unless it be to the development of the child’s affection toward its mother, and to blunt and destroy the natural affection of the mother for the child. This is the inevitable result.
I never saw my mother, to know her as such, more than four or five times in my life; and each of these times was very short in duration, and at night. She was hired by a Mr. Stewart, who lived about twelve miles from my home. She made her journeys to see me in the night, travelling the whole distance on foot, after the of her day’s work. She was a field hand, and a whipping is the penalty of not being in the field at sunrise, unless a slave has special permission from his or her master to the contrary—a permission which they seldom get, and one that gives to him that gives it, the name of being a kind master. I do not recollect of ever seeing my mother by the light of day. She was with me in the night. She would lie down with me, and get me to sleep, but long before I waked she was gone. Very little communication ever took place between us. Death soon ended what little we could have while she lived, and with it her and suffering. She died when I was about seven years old, on one of my master’s farms, near Lee’s Mill. I was not allowed to be present during her illness, at her death, or . She was gone long before I knew any thing about it. Never having enjoyed, to any considerable extent, her presence, her tender and watchful care, I received the tidings of her death with much the same emotions I should have probably felt at the death of a stranger.