Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1845-09-05

such q gang for month in and month out Tor
nothing. What are you going to do, l say.
he Numbered, bidding the woman stand 81
lent with surprise.
u don't know sir" said the poor mothcl,
81 amt got IA dollar in the world. Since ny
poor child has been shut up here, | amt been
able to work half the time. But bless ipe
master, surely you can't sell my child sh'
was born free"
"Never mind that" said the ililer.-
"Ilere she's been ia Jail these 10 days, and
no more likely to get out now, than she was
the first time turned the keys GA her, less
she's sold to pay the fees. on see when
any nigger gets in Jail, no odds whether it's
right or wrong, the fees have to be paid be-
fore they nudge one inch, mind | tell you"
"Ilow long, sir, before the sale begins!"
asked the mother.
"About ten o'clock, he answered, sand
MUD now We'll have to stick to the law, the
money must be paid or she'll have to go.'
Alas! poor woman, ~fruitless were her eff
forts to obtain the required sum, and with an
aching heart she stood at the appointed hour
among the crowd of purchasers, and oilers
who were gathered about the jail door. One
after another of the wretched victims was
brought and exposed on the block to the
view of the crowd, and with jeers and bru-
tai tests sold to the highest bidder. Among
the purchasers, Amy's mother saw one
whose eager voice was always first and loud
est, and she learned from one who stood near
that he was a trader making up a caIgo Tor
New Orleans. lie was anxious to sell, and
bought up all he could get. Oh! how that
mothers heart failed for fear, when she saw
her poor terror-strieken child standing on a
block, and felt though she would have died
to save her, she was powerless. Her enc
mics were too strong for her, and she had no
helper.
Forty-fve DAYS had she been in Prison, g.
forty-ive dollars were all that were required
to pay the fees, but with a refinement of cru
city of which those only are capable whose
hearts have been hardened by long years Of
oppression, they sold the poor child to the
southern trader for $l5!
The trembling little girl scarcely looked
up while she stood upon the block, but when
the bargain was struck, and the hammer oil
the sheriff descended, she looked i~earfully a
round to see the man into whose hands she
had fallen. She could not distinguish hin
from the crowd, but she saw a well-knowI
anxious face down which the tears were 81
lently streaming, and throwing out her arms
she screamed, ''mamma, mamma, save me-
There was a stir in the crowd, and somt
one cried shame, but the sheriff ordered "Si
l%ence,'' and as the sale had closed, the, vic
tins were delivered up to their masters anC
driven oil. Amy's mother followed her t.
the wharf, and as the vessel only waited tt
complete her cargo, and was just ready tt
sail, she clasped her child but for a molncn
to her heart, and they were separated forev
er!
The agony and tears of that mother ant
her innocent child are recorded in heaven
and woe to the oppressor when the day 0
reckoning shall come!
That none of the foregoing statements ar
exaggerated will appear by reference to an ar
ticle which appeared, some time since, in tn
Richmond (Va.) Wing.
CINCINNATI, Ohio.