Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1857-08-13

Dolt idiot do you not know that you
are in my power-that you cannot reach loe u
but say so. Throw aside your scruples, tiiea,
Harley, and become the possessor OF the hand
soonest slave in Missouri"
No, Maitland, cannot-were 1t to save
my life and hers could not
Very well, Harley. Ere to-nights sun
sets. Zoe is my wife, not yours.
Don't Maitland, don't tempt me thus You
know not what feelings you are arouslng WIN
in me. Hours have | prayed when Lawsnf 5
insulting words would sink into my heart lss Y
it had been, the lash itself, for strength ss,s y
my duty 10 60 ok and perform what Is spn ss
to me, unmindful of them. But it is pastf Is.
When kneel to pray such emotions read w,
soul that I feel it blaspbemy, and rise from
my knees with my soul burning as if it was
molten lava within me. would not harm you;
Heaven is my witness that would not willing
ly do it !; and yet feel that shall if you re-
peat what you have just said"
d" Go, l tell you, and do my errand to the
overseer She is mine-body and soul mine !;
and you know full well what it is to be slaue
,cife.'
Like chafed tiger, Harley sprang for Matt
land. The latter avoided his grasp, and shouted
for help. But Harley would not be balked
thus; and with all the passions Of his excitable
L. H.. ,;a,r
him in his arms, as if he had been child,
dashed him heavily to the floor. At this juno
tuie, Lawson, followed by three negroes enter
ed the room.
"Seize him." cried Maitland, " bind him
don't let him escape
g" If you touch mo it is at your peril, Law
son." said Harley, drawing dagger from his
bosom, and grasping it firmly in his hand :"
wish for no mans life, but if you lay hand on
me shall strike"
Where are your pistols, Lawson y shouted
Maitland. Shoot him like dog if he don't
yield
They are below but am not to be out
witted by nigger;' and raising loaded
whip, which he held in his hand, he aimed Q
blow at Harley's head Evading the blow
Harley sprang for Lawson, and buried the day
ger to the hit in his bosom With last efor
of remaining strength, Lawson struch onct
more The blow staggered the other, and err
he was aware the negroes were upon him. |
was but the work Of few moments for thos
strong arms to bind him. and with IA savage
vindctiveness Maitland approached his side.
Well soon learn you, Harley, the relation
which exist between master and slave. Zo
Shall hear of this. ehall tel -. & ~
Take him, She continued tasisis', \, sETy snlss
i" and give him taste Of your Will S ELI
lashes won hnrt him; and don't lay t6es sor
lightly either. When you are through, con
fine him, and in the morning | will see him >
He turned to Lawson as the slaves lett th'
room, but he was unconscious. Removing thu
dagger, and staunching the blood as well as h
could, he summoned servant and despatched
him for physician
An hour passed. Naked Harley stood tie'
to a tree beneath Maitland's window, the blood
trickling from his back as blow after blow iron
the whips of the negroes fell upon him. Still
no groan escaped his lips, not sound of re
monstrance even, and his face bore no evidence
of his suiferings save its deadly pallOr Th
agony the mind suffered well nigh made hin
wild. Precepls piety, virtue--aA were good
and single word that fell from his lips as the,
ceased spoke volumes tor such nature--" re
venge."
Evening came, and Maitland was seated agai
in his room while by his side stood.one OF hi
slaves. He was small 1.-THE built African bu
the low forehead, sinister mouth and genera
expression of his countenace at once revealed
his nature. Maitland took small packag
from the table, and placing it in his bosom lh
slave left the rom. horse WIS standing a
the gate way, and mounting it, the Airlca
rode rapidly in the direction of Col. Montague
plantation.
fro BE CONTINUED.