The Sumter banner. [volume] (Sumterville, S.C.) 1846-1855, 1851-01-29
Of the boat was going on, tho old man

ANY Of Uncle Sans beauties
about here; Capt'cn?'
The Perry was here a week age
| She's gone on the north coast
She Isis she--'said the old man,
unable to conceal o smile of satisfac.
ton. The officer observed it.
'Ahn said he, Il should like to be
able to look down those hatchways Of
yours-~thcrc's very good general
cargo, I expect
'lIa, ha; Capt'n,' chucklcd the
skipper, 'it won't do that at any
price. I guess you better take a
good long look up at that and he
pointed to the stars and stripes at
the briggs peak, before you think
about lifting my hatches.'
'NIorc's the pity rejoincd the Off
Ger, descending into the boat, and
showing OF; it screens many slav-
ingscoundrcl, and its pattern is cut
deep enough in many slaves back
And will be, too, 1 guess NUT
tered the old man, turning away,
spite Of all John Bull can do
'Darncd if I don't think this old
man sup to something said Jack to
me, in a low tone.
What do you mcant'
why, what made him SO partic'l Ter
as to where a Yankee man-of.war was?
However, keep dark; We shall see
how the wind sets
The next day the skipper went on
shore to one of tho factories, and We
saw little or nothing Of him; so We
commenced discharging our cargo.
1t consisted Of those articles that we
used in trading, either for the legal
coast exports of gold dust, gum,
ivory, or the more valuable black,
live commodity; VIC hal powder, and
Gun tints, and bales of, hrsa ,,.S' =, ~
.'s. 3 '..s .saa s,a..>.s s'o.i.
ougi iug lninisturc Great Exhibition.
We had no time to look about US
much while at work, bit re saw oc-
casionally tho white canvass of the
man-of.war steamer dodging on and
of the part under sail. Her boat did
not trouble us either by boarding us,
though we caught glimpse of her
every now and then some miles down
to the southwark.
In few. days the hold appeared
about half empty, and with the first
boat that went ashore with cargo I
WAS sent to take letter from the
mate up to the 'old man who was at
the Portuguese factory. Tho path
from the land;ng-placc up to the back
Of the bluff hcadland was a pcrpcn-
1icnlarly steep, beaten track, up and
down which the great people were
carried in net hammocks slung on
pole, on the shoulders of their slaves
or servants. The path was bordcrel
with bush, and here and there patch.
cs Of cultivation for rearing 'cassada.'
On the brow Of the hill we saw the
factories between the trees, and had
a long look out both scaward and in
land. The 'old man was seated
with three or four other men, dressed
in the lazy, light style generally
adopted Oh the coast, drinking the
usual beverage, bottled beer, and
smoking and convcrsing earnestly
They ceased talking as 1 entered.
Well, my man. Is the brig's hold
clean swept yet 2 said he.
No, sir; the cargo is only about
half out
Half out is it, ch 2 said he, open
ing the note. $50 and cluize about
the place, and como back here by
Mn.byc for an answer OF cousc l
cleared out; and as l left the place,
| heard him add to the others, we
shall be ready by sunset
'What does he mean 2 thought
to myself, as l strolled along without
any idea where | was going. The
brig won't be unloadcd by that time;
perhaps he's going to take cargo of
slaves on the top Of all; there's some
thing i'll the wind. Ill be shot if |
have anything to do with it, though
| had by this time strollcd some
distance from the factories, and found
myself on an open space near a long
wooden onc.story building, surround
cd by high wood fence that en-,
closed a considerable space Of ground
around it. Suddenly, thero arose
from this place the most piercing
yells and howls conceivable; then ST..
He'd shrlcks and means, and low hum
as if there were many people there.
llorrlficd by these cries, | turned in,
to the enclosure. What a scene was
there Hundreds Of wretched slaves,
worn, cmanclpated; crouchcd in eve
ry attitude that misery, in its dccp
est anguish, could suggest. In ono
corner Of the yard there were two
mon, black men, too, heating brand: