Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

you'll fight with what we give you.

Are you correcting me, boy?

We're moving out now!

And you... you could go to school.

in Charleston and New York Harbor.

I don't know if this is the right kind of place.

And slave masters will believe this paper?

We won't never see it.

Sort of like a slave has to obey her master?

♪ Oh, how come me here? ♪

Reading is my way of being a warrior.

I promise, Massa, please, don't do that!

You and Toby bury his mother.

and you're the property of B…D…I!

Don't think about even their own people.

My baby! Kizzy!

- Mama! - Kizzy!

- Belle. - Mother.

But if he's fat, he can't run, eh?

Anything within reach, hmm, is a weapon.

What did I just tell you? God will take care of us.

Hold on. Over here.

and maybe talk about something different?

and signed three peace treaties.

It's so pretty. Thank you, Missy.

You got to come out, boy.

They can put the chains on your body.

And I will name you Kizzy...

It never fails to amaze me

Get into the cellar, girl!

They got plenty of horses up there.

You understand me, boy?

Hit his head on a shovel.

If you want your freedom,

they cry when they cold,

white people are made in the image of God.

My name ain't Uncle.

And I asked the blacksmith

you are my family now.

Doc took me and you as a start payment.

the entire estate is my business.

Bless your heart.

She needs to be with her family!

I am ready for you.

The Lord sure did limit

Covey: But first, the law says

I'm sure General Washington will find them work.

and visit with Mrs. Waller and the baby.

girls' bodies used up hard... no older than children.

But I tell you this.

"Pubescent male peach fuzz

And how do you know what you'll be wearing?

Kill more animals than they can eat.

You will instead be armed with pikes.

And no matter how much I may play my fiddle for 'em,

I knew he was scared.

You brought this upon yourself.

but not a horse like this.

She just sets there cryin'.

She used your house as her schoolroom.

Now I stand in the downpours.

You know how long and hard

My name ain't Fiddler.

Hi, Uncle William!

You've got to know who he is so you can know who you are.

Now, listen, Mama keeps going on

Carleton. Carleton.

Yeah, it's far.

Where's Kizzy?! Where'd Kizzy go?!