Respuesta :
I have added in a <> for metaphors you missed :)
I have been frequently asked how I felt when I found myself in a free State. I have never been able to answer the question with any satisfaction to myself. It was a moment of the highest excitement I ever experienced. I suppose I felt as one may imagine the *unarmed mariner to feel when he is rescued by a friendly man-of-war from the pursuit of a pirate*. In writing to a dear friend, immediately after my arrival at New York, I said I felt like *one who had escaped a den of hungry lions*. This state of mind, however, very soon subsided; and I was again <seized with a feeling of great insecurity and loneliness>. I was yet liable to be taken back, and subjected to all the tortures of slavery. This in itself was enough to< damp the ardor of my enthusiasm>. But the <loneliness overcame me>. There I was in the midst of thousands, and yet a perfect stranger; without home and without friends, in the midst of thousands of my own brethren—children of a common Father, and yet I dared <not to unfold to any one of them my sad condition>. I was afraid to speak to any one for fear of speaking to the wrong one, and thereby *falling into the hands of money-loving kidnappers*, whose business it was to lie in wait for the panting fugitive, *as the ferocious beasts of the forest lie in wait for their prey*.
I have been frequently asked how I felt when I found myself in a free State. I have never been able to answer the question with any satisfaction to myself. It was a moment of the highest excitement I ever experienced. I suppose I felt as one may imagine the *unarmed mariner to feel when he is rescued by a friendly man-of-war from the pursuit of a pirate*. In writing to a dear friend, immediately after my arrival at New York, I said I felt like *one who had escaped a den of hungry lions*. This state of mind, however, very soon subsided; and I was again <seized with a feeling of great insecurity and loneliness>. I was yet liable to be taken back, and subjected to all the tortures of slavery. This in itself was enough to< damp the ardor of my enthusiasm>. But the <loneliness overcame me>. There I was in the midst of thousands, and yet a perfect stranger; without home and without friends, in the midst of thousands of my own brethren—children of a common Father, and yet I dared <not to unfold to any one of them my sad condition>. I was afraid to speak to any one for fear of speaking to the wrong one, and thereby *falling into the hands of money-loving kidnappers*, whose business it was to lie in wait for the panting fugitive, *as the ferocious beasts of the forest lie in wait for their prey*.