Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1857-05-09

ing him, ito make an example Of her, only mind
and not cut her up so she can't work" he rode
away-he never used the whip-0h. no! he would
not be guilty Of such thing but Mr.. Harden
had one, such q one as is seldom seen here at the
North, and we'll did he understand its use, seem
ing to delight in the exercise, and soon poor Judy
was wri,hing under the blows given by his strong
arm with fearful rapidty and power they fell
upon her unprotected back--the first had caused
q deep groan, then her lips seemed sealed, but
none can tell her silent agony. ....
Mr.. Harden did not desst until wearied with
his exertion then remembering !. was the busy
season. he released her, and bade her go about hei
work, but that she need not expect to ge, off SC
well again. Hardly able to move, she took hei
basket and commenced her task up and dowr
that long field she went, the scorching beams o
the bright sun falling upon her lacerated body
causing intense suffering yet SO long as she could
move she must not stop -.# =.
Finally the hour for dinner came, and all sought
the shade to rest few moments while they ate
their simple menl. Judy sat down with the res
but in vain she strove TO eat-she could not swal
Iowa burning thirst seemed to be devouring hel
and she left her companions to go to aspiring
which was some distance from them saying she
would soon be back but she came not and tht
others returned to their work. Mr.. Harden hac
gone to the house for his dinner but would soor
return and could quickly discover and punish al
who had dared to be idle during his absence -
Soon he came, roticed Judy's absence. and learn
ing where she had gonc went in pursuit oil her
AS lie approached the spring ho saw here iyint
on the ground, short distance from it. 'Ah !! ht
excl aimed, "asleep yon are you lazy thing. reck
on you didn't have enough this morning, but !
soon have you," and reaching her side, the craci
Of his whip was again heard but ere secont
blow dccended q sudden thought seized him-h
arms fell powerles by his side--he stopped, anC
looking in her face, found that she vas indeed
asleep, but it was "dreamless sleep"-the spirl
had returned to the God who gave it.
| For short time MIR. Harden seemed like one IL
lrightful dream, and began muttering to himself
II didn't do it--nobody dare say whipped he
| to death-uo indeed-didn't she go right to worl
after it2 No. no. it wasn't the whipping, ma.
! be che had flor drank too much of this coli
water in the heat Of the day At any rate, th
whipping wasn't very bad-it was nothing t.
what / have given, eIl-sho must bo taken carr
oS-Mr p, may fret a little at first, but he'll soOl
get over it, We mast make the best of it-sucl
things will sometimes happen"
| Here let us drop the curtain without descrlbin;
the buried, prayeress burial, or the griet OF tina
lone little one, because its motner came not.
Reader, this is no fancy sketch Of the imaSinn
tion, but one Of stern reality, and shall suc
scenes be passed by in silence ? True, brighte
picture of slavery might have been drawn, 70
every cloud has its silver lining" but such deed
as this have occurred, will continue to occur, $
long as slavery shall exist, us it does now in man
Of the States Of our Uuion. z ri ...t t...i-. "a
lie without whose knowledge, mot even a spar
rev falleth to the ground" notheth these thing
and sooner or later day of reckoning will como
of fearful reckoning: and do you stand passivel
looking on, or if requested. doing what you ca
to draw still more tightly the bonds of the ol
pressed, do you think to escape punishment 2
Verify the Lord will not count your guiltless.
SARAH J..