Our World, Or, the Slaveholder's Daughter eBook

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The disconsolate hunter here leaves his useless companion, swims the stream, recalls the gory-mouthed dogs, looks with satisfaction on the body of the torn slave.  “You’re settled for,” says Bengal, as with his right foot he kicks together the distended and torn limbs.  “Not all loss, yet!” he adds, a glow of satisfaction infusing his face.  With the ghastly head for proof, he will apply for, and perhaps obtain, the state’s reward for the despatch of outlaws; and with the gory trophy he returns across the limpid stream to his hapless companion, who, having watched over during the night, he will convey into the city to-morrow morning.  Over his body the very humorous Mr. Brien Moon will hold one of those ceremonies called inquests, for which, fourteen dollars and forty cents being paid into his own pocket, he will order the valueless flesh under the sod, handsomely treating with cigars and drinks those who honour him with their presence.

In the old man’s camp, a hatchet, a few bits of corn-bread, (old Jerushe’s gift), and two fresh caught fish, are found; they constituted his earthly store.  But he was happy, for his heart’s impulses beat high above the conflict of a State’s wrongs.  That spirit so pure has winged its way to another and better world, where, with that of the monster who wronged nature while making cruelty his pastime, it will appear before a just God, who sits in glory and judgeth justly.

CHAPTER XLV.

How slaveholders fear each other.

The reader will please remember that we left Nicholas, maddened to distraction at the perfidy of which Grabguy makes him the victim, chained to an iron ring in the centre of Graspum’s slave pen.  In addition to this very popular mode of subduing souls that love liberty, his wife and children are sold from him, the ekings of his toil, so carefully laid up as the boon of his freedom, are confiscated, and the wrong-doer now seeks to cover his character by proclaiming to a public without sympathy that no such convention existed, no such object entertained.  Grabguy is a man of position, and lady Grabguy moves well in society no way vulgar; but the slave (the more honourable of the two) hath no voice-he is nothing in the democratic world.  Of his origin he knows not; and yet the sting pierces deeper into his burning heart, as he feels that, would justice but listen to his tale, freedom had not been a stranger.  No voice in law, no common right of commoners, no power to appeal to the judiciary of his own country, hath he.  Overpowered, chained, his very soul tortured with the lash, he still proclaims his resolution-"death or justice!” He will no longer work for him who has stripped away his rights, and while affecting honesty, would crush him bleeding into the earth.

Grabguy will counsel an expedient wherewith further to conceal his perfidy; and to that end, with seeming honesty lady Grabguy would have her fashionable neighbours believe sincere, he will ship the oppressed man to New Orleans, there to be sold.-"Notwithstanding, he is an extremely valuable nigger,” he says, affecting superlative indifference.

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