The voice of freedom. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1839-1848, 1844-01-25
V o L. V. NO. 81

mas never yet been disclosed 10 the public
gaze. Said the Hon. B. Swain, of North
Carolina, in 1880, 81 Let any man of snirit
and feeling for moment cast his thoughts
over this land of slavery-think of the ma
kedness Of some, the hungry yearmings of
Others the foaoing tears and heaping sighs
oil parting relatives, the wailings and wo,
the bloody cut of the keen lash, and the
frIghtiul scream that rends the very skies
and all this to crafty ambition, lust, pride,
aVarlce, vanity, and other depraved feelings
OF the human heart The qco1st is not
generally knoacn %
head the following extract from cor
respondent of the Emancpator, written
from Louisville, Kentucky:
While standing on the wharf to see tho
town on the opposite side of the river, We
heard great clanking of chains be hind
u.s. and, turning our heads, saw coFFlE
OF SLAVES. They wound their wav
down the wharf 10 the steamer Bourbon
their chains rafting as they went-a pro.
cesslon oftwenty eight young men. twelve
women and Two children were NOT chain.
60. The men We're hand-cufed in pairs
several pairs chained together bv
large chain passing between the lines.
rom hand-cuf to hand cuff and several
individuals wearing an ANGLE chain also
connected with the hand-cuAed arm
lhey were clad in coarse clothing. mt
very clean. and each carried small hum
ole OF clothes on his arm.-The exnress.
ION OF their faces was that o. mingled stu.
pIdity and sulenness. The Splendid
steamers even failed to change this ex-
preston into one of wonder.-Thev lifted
their eyes, indeed. for moment, to look
but SO dull were these windows of the in.
ner man, that | started, for soul was
wanting there They then passed on
with their eyes fixed on the ground,
never before felt what it was 10 chattel-
lze man,-to imbrute the images of God
to fling conscience and revelation from
the helm of The mind and substitute The
arbitrary will of fallibe and passionate
mortal.
There was one face in the procession
that was the picture of utter and homeless
despair. 1t was The face of middle AGED
woman walking between her two chill.
dren. In her left hand she carried her
little bundle of clothes. and clasped with
her right the hand of a little bow of four
years old, who troued on by her side. A
little girl OF six walked at her left holding
on to her mothers dress. The mothers
eyes were red and swollen with weeping,
and she bore on her cheek the unbealed
cut of a whip She did not look once at
the boat but followed in the procession
with downcast eyes. Three men with
large canes drove them on. must con.
Tess that the hot tears found their wav TO
my eyes as gazed. My throat was full
so that could not speak, and | am sure
mat my heart was. Some of the by.
SANDERS said 1t was a drove for the New
Orleans market.
After walking up and down the wharf
for time, stepped on the Bourbon and
went aft on the lower deck to STE the
coftie once more. They had seated them.
selves on their little bundles as conven-
!ently as their chains would permit them.
The mother who had so excited nv in-
crest was giving cup of water to fine
looking negro man, one OF those heavily
nanacled, and whom l took to be her
aus band, for the InIe boy was seated in
lis lap asleep, with his head resting on
ais fathers bosom. | stood near for
ome time looking on the sad scene. but
10 one of them raised his eyes to meet
nine. While stood, the boat bell runr
Il made the best o: my way to the Her,
chel' and the Bourbon was soon plough
ng her foaming path TO the great slave.
mart of the South. God grant that the
abors OF yourself and coadjutors inl the
.reat cause of human rights may soon
make the hope within that mothers "bo-
ON dying, revive again.