Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1852-02-07

appeared TO he stirring, Amy felt more COM
Portable. She was just thinking of going TO
bed, when n loud knock at the door, which
was fastened, made her start TO her feet.
"Be still, Amy, its the patrol, may be he
won't see you, don't move or speak" and she
pushed the child further into the corner and
then went TO open the door for the man, who,
with threats and curses was trying 10 break
it open.
"Whnt," he exclaimed with an oath, "are
you doing with your doors fastened at this
time OF night"
"Why MASTER" said Hannah meekly, dts
most bed time and storming so hard, didnt
think any body would I've stirring"
ayes, yes" says the rufiian, $50 much the
better for folks like you just the time to
harbor runaway slaves I've got two 10 night
already, aud reckon III find some here"
So saving, he strobe towards the dark part Of
the room, and threw the full light Of dark
lantern, which he carried concealed for the
purpose under his overcoat, full upon poor
Amy's face. Dazzled, bewildered, with the
sudden light aud half stupciied with terror at
the prospect of falling into the hands OF pa
troll, of whose cruelty she had heard dreadful
accounts, sho sat with vacant gaze fixed upon
the object of her dread.
"Como ont here, you black imp" he cried
with fiendsh glee "and give an account of
yourself You don't belong here, know
Old woman, you don't pretend she's yours,
do youi"
"No, MASTER" said Hannah, "it's my sis
ters child. She came from Manchester to
see us to day, and couldn't get back home
cause il raincd so hard. Do prny master,
don I take her to the cage, she never staid
all night from her nanny before, and she'll
be scared to death"
"What % that z" said the unfeeling wretch
-"Who do you belong to, girl ?"
-"She don't belong to nobody, MASTER" said
Hannah. "ller mammy's n free woman"
"Frce, you sny? where's your pass? No
TINT won't do where's your free papers p
Got none, ch never fear, old woman, III
not take her TO the cage, she'll he safe C.
nough in Jail before leave her, ] tell you-
you cursed DEVILS" he exclaimed, giving the
child severe push, "you're always getting
where you're no business to be. Come,
march,"
Poor Amy, when she heard the word iail,
and understood she was to 20 there, fell back
upon her seat with n shuddering groan: nor
did her friends dare to speak word OF com
fort or sympathy for fear of giving offence
to the patrols, who have the free cnlored peo-
pie completely in their power, aud when of.
ltItus NltHh llltlI NtuEtuutc VII lilCil Itl the
most barbarious manner.
"Amy, child, said her aunt, ''you better 90 |
along as quiet as you eau, and I'll 90 10 |
Manchester right soon tomorrow morning, |
and tell your NANNY, may be she'll soon
get you out. The Lord bless you child" she |
added in lower tone, Sand take care OF you,
for il he don't do it ] don't know who will"
With passionate burst of grief and cries
which were speedily stilled by tho lash of
the patrols whip, the little girl went forth
into tho darkness and storm. The firm
grasp Of thn rLn ell h-f.'y the arm, and :
pushing aud Ill '-"ing her noug through the :
mud ani v9Nr r 10 most borrid /
oatbs whens er any hing obs,aucted his path,
he proceeded toward the jnil. At last, dur
ing bright flash of lightning, poor Amy !
saw the horrid Jail with its gaunt whipping
post standing near, wet with the blood of
many victim. She closed her eyes in ter
ror, and heard the patrol speak few words
TO the jailer, by whom she was hurried in
and conducted along dark passage. 4
door grated heavily on its hinges, and in n
moment she was thrust rudely into cold,
damp cell, and left alone.
Half dead with terror, she sank down on
a heap of straw that formed the only bed,
where she lay in n stupor until the morning
light shone through the bars Other windows,
aud the jailer came with her food. The
poor child felt no disposition TO eat, and she
imidly asked the man if her mamma had
come yet.
"No" said he gruily, how's she going
to know your in Jail, didn't you tell the pa
troll you belonged to Manchester? III be
bound you're runaway from some plania.
ton but well see it we can't stop 1.-THE
whole country is pcsIcred to death with run
awnys."
~ ain't runaway" said Amy, meekly,-
" But please master, If nanny comes wont
you let her in TO see mo"
I" Ill see about it," said the miller MS he
closed and fastened the door, aud Amy felt
comlorled in the hope of seeing her
mother, for surely, she can help it.
Toward noon Amy's mother came. The
jaer asked her if she had brought the girls
free papers. She said she had not; for in
her entire ignorance Of the law she did not
know that Tree papers were necessary TO pro-
cure the freedom of one put in jail for the
simple offence of being from home after
night without passport. The mother.
though once slave herself had married and
raised her family since she became free.
and feeling perfectly safe, herself, she had
not provided for her chidren's safety by pro.
curing for them free papers, and as SHE had
none of an age to leave at home, she thought
II time enough 10 do il. Ignorant of ihe
forms of the law, and having no one TO couu.
sci or direct, she knew not what to do.
"Amy," said she, "don't you give up and
cry SO much about it. I'll do all ] can for
you, child. Though the Lord knows don't
know where to go or what to do. If poor
Miss Edwards was Only lvn', she'd heIp
me, for II ever thar was a blessed woman on
nrth she was one"
The henrt-stricken mother sat on the floor
beside her child, with her fhce buried in her
apron, and rocking herselft to and fro in an
agony OF distress. For she we'll knew that
her child was in the hands of men who
lacked neither the will nor the power to nc.
compish any deed of darkness.
Day after day passed, the mother was some.
lImes comioned with The hope ofseeing her
child free Al others nVarcon,o I,u a., - \