He knew nothing of colored people except as slaves, and his whole soul shrank from equalizing himself with them.

He was fair enough to pass unchallenged among the fairest in the land, and yet a Christless prejudice had decreed that he should be a social pariah.

He sat, thoughtful and undecided, as if a great struggle were going on in his mind.

Finally the principal said, "I do not think that you should be assigned to a colored regiment because of the blood in your veins, but you will have, in such a regiment, better facilities for finding your mother and sister." "You are right, Mr.Bascom.To find my mother and sister I call no task too heavy, no sacrifice too great." Since Harry had come North he had learned to feel profound pity for the slave.

But there is a difference between looking on a man as an object of pity and protecting him as such, and being identified with him and forced to share his lot.