" . . . It was too late. The little boy had been given a peek into the transformative world of words and was desperate to learn. He did so by bartering pieces of bread – he had free access to it; in Baltimore, the urban codes of slavery were less harsh than in rural Maryland – for lessons in literacy. His teachers were white neighborhood kids, who could read and write but had no food. 'This bread I used to bestow upon the hungry little urchins, who, in return, would give me that more valuable bread of knowledge,' Douglass wrote in one of the most moving lines in Narrative. . . "