Indiana American. [volume] (Brookville, Ind.) 1833-1861, 1856-03-21

"Ahl you have got above yourself.
boy" he .vocifrraIed, raging anil
foaming with passion IL must have
you taken dovn notch or t,goi You
shall be logged, you impudent, black
rascal"
"IshaH not rscsipe a Jaoggiag, sirl''
replied the indignant slave. firmly
and fearlassly.
"Mr. S. then ran out to the over
seer, and told him TO call out the
hands.
..Now take him and tie him." said
Mr.. s.. when the whole gang had as
sembled in front OF breads hut. and
he was standing in the door. This,
said Tom, they atlampted TO do, in a
scufie which lasted nearly an hour;
for with his hands and feet he fung
them on the ground as fast as th "
came near him. He evidently avoid
ed injuring the slaves more than was
absolutely necessary, IN defending
himself; for he knew they all loved
him."
Soon after the fruitless effort to
subdue Dread. the master and over
seer Of another plantation were en-
ployed to coma and help bind him,
and whip him. In the mean time,
dread furnished himself with a long
butcher-knife. with which he felt Sc
cure. When he saw them coming in
to the field to take him, he dropped
his hoe, drew the rude weapon from
his side, advanced few steps To-
ward them, and brandished the knife,
as he stood in an attitude Of conscious
innocense, moral courage. physical
strength, and bold defiance of his foes.
"No man." said Tom, dared lay
a finger on himP
Now a crisis had come. A slave
had successfully resisted his MASTER
This must not be tolerated-cOst what
il may. The deadly purpose was
formed in the heart OF the matter.
The gun was loaded" said Tom.
"and was ordered to take the anu
milton. and accompany my master"
What are you going to do aoa0s"
said Mrs. S. to her husband, as he
wasspassing out Of the house.
Il am going out on squirrel
hunt" replied Mr.. s., with apparent
composure.
Had mistress known his intention
to kin Dread" said Tom. 81 think
she would have dissuaded him from
his bloody purpose, for she was a
Christian woman. But we started oil
before she had time ID stay more. =
Passing around behind the house, we
came IN sight Of the slaves at work in
a plum orchard, in the valley behind
the hill. Master raised his gun-held
il steady to his eye. until the victim
was selected from the other hands,
and then fred.
A heavy charge Of buckshot was
lodged in the thigh Of the great-heart.
ed. unconquorable Dread. The large
artery was divided. The blood pour.
ed from the wound. Dread ran cut a
few rods to the hill side. crying to
Heaven for vengeance on his murder
er, and uttering. in deep. thunder
tones, that seemed TO make the earth
tremble beneath him,
"I'm killed I'm killed ! ] I'm
killed /! !"
His devoted wife, who. moment
before, stood laboring faithfully at his
side, was I 6rst to reah him, cry
ing in wild, fractic voice
"Drsad is dead! DREAD IS DEAD!
DREAD Is DEAD III"
"Hold yonr tongue!" commanded
the murderer.
"S.ill she screamed" said Tom,
"londer than l ever heard from wo-
man-"DSead is dead!-Dread is
deadl"
"The master then ran up to the
fence. and pulled off rail, and struck
that woman with it on the head, re-
peating-wth a horrid oath
"Hold your tongue. Isayl"
This is the "moderate correction"
which the laws Of the slave States al
lowl So does slavery harden the
heart, until the man is made-not Q
brute, but--a 6endl So has many 1
moral hero in the South fallen victim
10 its cruel. Unsuitable spiritl
The body Of Dread was carried tc
its rest, by his mourning compan.
ions. The darkness Of night could
not cover their sorrow. His heart
stricken wife. broken down with grie
which no tongue can describe, wa
sold few days afierward, to a "soul
driver" from Kentucky