The Sun.
London, England, 1862-09-26 00:00:00

HORRORS OF SLAVE.RV•

An officer of the I.7th Massachusetts Regiment,
writing from Newbern, N.C., gives the following
accouct of his recent experiences, copied from the
Washington Republican :

I had intended to have answered your last letter
more fully, but for the last two days I have been
questioning contrabands about slavery, and the
stories they told me have so unsettled my mind,
that I can scarcely think or write of anything else.
I will give you one of the stories, and I wish you
would tell me what you think of it. I am some-
times inclined to suppo-e that their stories are
blacker than their skin.

There was one pretty yellow girl, about fifteen
years of age, passed over the ferry on Sun-
day night, who seemed very shy and afraid. She
with several other contrabands, passed on with
the regiments to Newbern. Many of us noticed
her melancholy appearance, but all were too busy
working the ferry-boat to speak to her.
Yesterday two other contrabands came over, Man
and wife, and as they seemed tired, and saic.ltbey,
had had nothing to cat since Sunday morning,
Inthgenli
I told them to sit down, and I would getmsomething to eat. They readily accepted
mon about
in-
vitation, and soon entered into conversation
e o 3
,-, rsati 1
their late master. In the course of
they inquired if I had seen a
Yeli-he de_girl,previous
scribing the one who passed over the
detail, which
night, and after a great amount
would be superfluous here, I learned the following
history of her : aster, her mother
She was the daughter of her m
.. go miles from where I
being a rich man's slave, i
now sit writing. She wansbbortiotught up on the plan-
-14 years old, when
' Cation of her father unthilett.:
began to think her old
the old planter, her fathers
carries the scars on her
enough for use. She hipped before she would sub-
bt.....
,r.lc whore she was w,s
lustful embraces. Day after
the flogging, but at last her
Tait tour owr!htroue
r
° day she Went v.-0- ,uv flesh, was broken. She could
spirit, as well t..
°onster no lorig'er. The master and
withstand then'beci over his helpless 7ictim, and after
father trioP
i time, she had a baby iv her own
due course
his
4, baby, a few days ago, was foinibiy
father. its mother (when the h d Y' -
taken fr°ll2 ' y ear the an.
mere coming) and sent into
ke" Goldsboro, thinkingo the country to-
ward,
would sooner sacrifice liberty than her child ; but
the woman had made up her mind that when the
Yankees did come she would
go with them, no
matter what the consequence.
Well, the mot her is here.
•; the child is—she
doesn't know where.

GARIBALDI AT VARRGN N0:1—If it be but fair to
disabuse the world of the false impression that Garibaldi's
place of detention is a prison, and his room a cell, it is
equally owing to justice to state that in all that regards in-
tercourse with his friends, and communication with them,
he is treated with a rigid severity. None who are admitted
once, are ever permitted to return, if they leave the pre-
cincts of Varegnano ; and thus his crAn children, not to lose
the advantage of his presence, have been obliged to take up
their abode with him, within the walls, and never leave
them. His letters—as well those he writes, as those he
receives—are all opened and read ; and, in a word, even to
the character of the individual to whom his safe custody is
committed, there is nothing omitted which could be em-
ployed towards one fully convicted and sentenced in an
open tribunal. Poor Garibaldi even in his brief experience
of imprisonment, has met his Sir Hudson Lowe I—Once a
Week.