1829

"The long, muddy Mississippi River brought Lincoln south to New Orleans.
He walked on cobblestone paths and along canals, past flowers spilling over lacy iron balconies. He saw men and women in fancy clothes, eating fancy foods and sipping wine. French, Spanish, and English words filled his ears. But a hideous sight shattered his joy."

"Twelve Negros, chained six and six together. Strung together like so many fish upon a trotline, being separated forever from their childhood, their friends, their fathers and mothers, and brothers and sisters, from their wives and children, into perpetual slavery."