The Tiffin tribune. [volume] (Tiffin, Ohio) 1848-1859, 1856-11-28

breakfast, the morning being a delightful
" one in the latter part Of the month o
May, / took my seat on the box by th,
side Of the driver, and behind me, on Oh,
Top, was seated a bright, intelligent look.
ling mulatto boy. apparently Of eighteen
years Of age. After being on the road q
few minutes, I turned about and asked
him where he was going lie replied he
was going. down few miles 10 live with
Master -, who kept tbs stage coach al
the west stand shat he bad lived with him
the last sbmmer, aud that his MASTER had
sent him down 10 live with him She COM
ing season.
Turning from the boy, the driver re-
marked to me in an under tone. 'the boy
is deceived; am taking him down to the
slave-pen. a few miles on, where slaves
are kept preparatory TO being sent to Lou
Iisiana; this deception is paotioed TO get
him from his home and mother without
creating disturbance on the placer
Shorty after We drew near to the place
where the boy supposed he was to stop
he began to gather up, preparatory to
leaving the stage, the few articles he had
brought away from bis home. The dri-
yer said to him Ia a decided tone ofvoice,
I You are not to get off the stage here. Use
Igot a letter for Master ----. Use going
TO live there this summer" BY this time
we had reached the house, and Master
-- making his appearance, John, { for
tlhat was the name Of the boy. delivered
bis letter and appealed to Master --
10 be relieved from the commapd 6f the
driver The Master made no reply, as
this kind of deception was no new thing
to him. After reading the letter and fol
ding It up. he was about putting IL In his
pocket, when 10 dashed on the mind OF
the boy that he was sold and was bound
for .he slave pen. He exclaimed, iaago-
my, "rell me. Master, If Use soldp No
reply was made lie exclaimed again.
"Tell me if Use soldv" This last appeal
brought the response. Yes, John, you
are sold. Y
The boy threw himself back on the tor
Iof the stage aud rolling in agony. set uI
such wall of woe as no one in the slape
could endure; even the botel keeper walk.
ed away in shame. and The driver hurried
into his box and drove off in haste, to
drown the noise Of his cry.
The passengers were all deeply moved
by the distress Of the boy, and tried in
various ways to soothe his wounded aud
crushed spirit, but his agony was beyond
the reachof their sympathy,
When his sgony had somewhat abated
he exclaimed, 20, if they had only let
me bid my mother good.by. They have
lied to mel If they had a'told me / was
sold and | could a'bid my mother good.
by, I'd a gone without making them
b trouble, hard as 1t is.p BY this time we
had passed on some two or three miles
since leaving the last stand when drawing
near to a pretty thick wood the boy be.
came tranquil. Waiting til he had en-
tered the wood few rods, he darted from
the Top Of the stage, and ran into the
woods, as agile as deer, no doubt with
the feeling that it was for his life. The
driver instantly dropped his reins, and
pursued the boy. Proving himself nc
match, he returned exclaiming, You see
have done what / could to cltcl
him. u.ri
He mounted his box and drove on q
mile or so, when he reigned up his horse.
toa house, and calling TO the keeper, ask
ed, "Where are your sons?" He replied
they left home this morning, with the
dogs, to hunt negro, aud would not be
home before night The driver said to
him that Mr. - had sent his boy John
on the stage that morning to be delivered
at the pen, and that he had jumped from
the top Of the stage and taken to the
woods. His reply was: 1--WE will hunt
him for you to-monow," The driver
said he wished only TO notify him Of his
being in the woods.
AS we drove on made the inquiry,
How long have you been driving on this
road? He replied, About fifteen years ~
Do you frequently take negroes down to
the slave pen? Yes, frequently. What
will become Of this boy John9 He replied
lie willskalk about the woods untI he is
nearly starved, and will somo night make
his way up to his masters house, and in
about two weeks l shall bring him down
lagEin % the slave pen in haud-cuffs. AZ
ter a pause, even this driver feeling his
degradation in being the Instrument of
such misery, broke out ia exclamation
This is A eur sed business: In this case this
is not the worst feature in H. The man
lwho sold him is his own fatherE-[N. Y.
Independent,