Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1856-04-19
From the Northern Christian Advocate,
SOUTHERN CORRESPONDENCE.
REIGN or TERROR.
New ORLEANS, 1855.

NEW ORLEANS, 1900.
a few minutes aitor the departure of that large
tw9-legged monster, apparalled like a minister OF
state, and looking like n man to whom you per
ceive l have given the title Of sir hycHa, ! re
marked to the salesman, that that gentleman up
peared to appreciate the value of those two girl.
for which he just forked over five thousand cash
down. That he does, replied the salesman: he is
the best judge of that kind Of stock in the city
and further added, he is one of our best Gu. to.
mers, he keeps one of the largest fancy women
broker establishments in the whole South, and
will have the latest importation, and the likeliest
set OF girls on hand, be the cost what it may
lie is a kcener, said l.. Yes, answered the man,
he makes twenty thousand dollars a year, and
sometimes more; it is no uncommon thing for him
to make a thousand in a single evening. Look
yonder. SAID be, do you see that handsome black
eyed girl sitting on that bench between those tive
mulHtto women? Yes, said I. Well he is 10 give
me three thousand dollars for her, day after to.
morrow. lie is getting up n rattle for her among
the young bloodS at the st. Charles, which is to
come off some night next week, and he will make
4 thousand dollars on her then. The girl in ques-
lion Is decidedly a beauty, with coal black eyes.
auburn hair floating in graceful ringlets round her
shoulders, her countenance Of the Grecian mould
and whittier than that Of the statesmen, and bv most
PERSONS would be taken for u daughter of Anglo
Saxon origin, unmixed with any other blood. But
she is Il slave, q chattle, a piece of property bear
iHS slt image VI pOu, ant TeueRineu DV his Son
nay, she is a prize, a sacrifice, with the best blood
Of old Virginia in her veins, soon to be offered on
the gamblers altar, amid the midnight 3acchana-
Ian row in this professedly Christian City.
ooh, Republicanism, whittier art thou fed?
And Christianity, where thy blush?"
One circumstance moro l will relate, which &C.
Cured in the slave sale-room while | was there.
Some two hours previous to my leaving, there
came in, in a great haste, a gentleman from Flori-
da, somewhere near st. Mary's. From some
indications, made him out a clergyman,
and the parish priest of St. Mary's parish
lie was going to take next train down 10 the
lake which connects with the steamer for Flor
ida, but wanted to buy q good house servant, one
that could drive n horse and carriage, when so
desired, around the parish with himself and fam.
lily, was sorry he had no more time, but thought
he might make a selection that would answer him,
out If SO many. o yes, yes, replied the salesman,
that you can do in II few minutes, for l have the
very one for you-here lie is. Come by here
Jack, said the salesman, to a good stout looking
man some thirty years. So up came the poor fell
low, looking almost pale with Fear, though black
as tar. The Minister looked at him, examined
him, his back had to be uncovered to see if any
scars can be found, the same as you examine horses
North, to test them. None could be found, or
next to none. How cd are you Jack? inquired
bis reverence. Bout thirty, replied Jack. Did
you ever run away? continued the priest. No
hlasSa. Well, he looks like q good sort Of Il boy,
said he to the salesman. Now, what do you ask
foI him? That boy, SIR is worth fifteen hundred
dollars, lie has a wife and child If you will take
them all, you shall have them for three thousand
dollars. Really, sir, replied the parson very grave.
ly, | wish only the boy now say twelve hundred
for him alone, and it's q bargain, Say fourteen
hundred, answered the seller, and take him. Can't
afford it, replied the other. Well then, thirteen hun
dred said the dealer, Yes. thirteen hundred, repli-
ed he buyer. The bill Of sale was made Out,cashed
and Jack cofled with iron hand,cufs, ready for n
start. But Massa, | wants to say good bye fore
goin' off foreber, said Jack. Well, be quick boy,
said his new master. So he went to the other side
Of the room, where they were to bid HIM a long,
adieu. Poor Jack was unneryed, he wept like
a child-he groaned and sobbed aloud-but his
hurried him off. As he went out and the
door closed behind him. his wife uttered q
wild piercing shrek, and dropped upon the floor
in Il swoon. The man rung a bell, and his own
servant came in, a large black fellow to whom he
said, here boy, take that girl out into the backyard
pen and look after her.
He lifted her up in his giant arms as though
she was a baby-the motion brought her to, and
she said Jack, Jack, what are you doing? Then
the whole, awful, heartrending truth flashed
over her mind again, he is gone, sold way of,
poor Jack, and moanod again the wailings of