6. From the dark cellar running a steam-engine
at two dollars a week, begrimed with coal
dirt, without a trace of the elevating
influences of life, I was lifted into paradise,
yes, heaven, as it seemed to me, with
newspapers, pens, pencils, and sunshine
about me. There was scarcely a minute in
which I could not learn something. I felt that
my foot was upon a ladder and that I was
bound to climb.
12. The Compromise of 1850
California Statehood
Fugitive Slave Laws
No Slave Trade in Washington DC
Borders for Texas
Territory of New Mexico
Territory of Utah