Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1859-10-01

sounds OF the unfceliDg instrument as II fell from
the hands of the murderer Belts, upor his unhap-
py lave. The charms Of nature in moment van
ished, and the voice Of God was drowned BY the
cries of misery.
Jarm's compassionate soul comprehended the
thing at once, and instead Of fleeing with terror,
small boys of that age would, covered by the
brush which formed deep fringe on the bank of
the Creek, he sped swift and noislessly as posi-
lie, and sheltered by the outer verge of it, had al
clear view of the Internal act tho opposite bank
which so rudely and suddenly changed q celestial
picture into an image OF hell.
Nothing could excuse the detail Of scene like
this. which disgus,s and crucifes good taste. and
all refined and human feeling but the necessity of
descending to the depths of this terrible system
to display its frequent and horrible monstrosities
1t is to se born in mind that such scenes formed
the life Of Jarm In his bcyhood, ere be was thrown
into the crushing jaws of slavery.
The distance from bank to bank across the river at
this place was abb olt four rods. The sky
ally clear, and Jarm had a distant view of the
whole transaction after he arrived. The sufferer
was young man of about twenty years of age
by the name of "Sam"-a good-feeling, kind
hearted fellow, who Jarm we'll knew, and who, a
few weeks before saved him (Jarm) from drown
ing in the creek when it was swelled by the
rain.
This poor fellow was stripped quite naked,
hooped and lashed by cords to q barrel on the
steep bank of the stream. His head almost, if not
quite, touched the ground one side, and his
feet on the other-thc fleshy part of hia body be-
ing exposed above, covered with gore; while the
blood dropped upon the barFel or ran down his
back and legs to the ground.
! Whether the barrel was filled in whole or part
with liquor, Jarm Of course could not know. The
flesh of the poor wretch quivering in the sun,
and painting its pure rays red, while Sam was
moaning and pleading for pity with depth of
feeling which would move any heart.
Beside the barrel stood man without a heart
"A stout, squarebuit, burly. bushy y-headed fel.
low, of about forty years Of age, whose face re-
sembled an intoxicated fury. lie had on neither
hat, coat vest and his shirt open at the collar
fallen loosely away, showed broad, sun and
whisky burnt chest, which seemed fortress Of
strength His sleeves were rolled up like o
butcher, and his right hand cleuched on instru-
ment of torture, known nowhere under the sun
but in the Slave State, called the paddle, which
he fercely fourished over the heads and faces Of
q some half dozen negroes who stood trembling
by. -4-.--.'-is asis-sa-s- --llaJ
Such is poor description of the murderer
Belts, and the wretched objects around him. when
Jarm took his position in the bushes. The villain
as he brandished the bloody paddle, filed the dir
with his cursos and threatened the slaves with the
same and even q worse vengeance than he was in
Actng on the fanting Sam.
The instrument called "a paddle" was the only
article of southern manufacture that Jarm knew
of-and its existence might have remained secret
to the rest of the world, had not he, and others
like him, escaped to declare and describe it. 1t is
firm board, shaped like huge Yankee pudding
stick filled with small auger holes, and Of hef
to do the most execution upon the flesh it bruises
l. is the most savage and blood-letting instrument
mployed to torture the slave. Every blow, the
sharp wood on the circumference Of the holes cuts
into the fesh and the pain and the blood follow,
in proportion to the number of such hol es and the
fovce Of the blows.
The monster having finished his speech to the
negroes, turned to glut his vengeance poor Sam,
with rage and energy that seemed provoked by
his cries, aud the sight of his own barbarity. AS
he grasped the pad lie ard swung it from his
shoulder to increase the force of his blows, Sam
begged with all the strength of nature. The
slaves turned their faces to the ground or cover
ed them with their hands-and Belts, with On
oath, brought the weapon down with his mi ght-
blow after blew followed, and screams, and
: howls of agony and cries for mercy, followed
with them.
Jarm, overcome with the misery Of his friend
and the cruelty of his tormentor, hid his face on
4 a. -, b.n a.,
fused to look upon the scene.
Belts continued the blows until he was weary,
and then ceased them to repeat his threats and
curses to the negroes.
Thus he alternated his violence upon the one,
and threats and curses upon the other until the
voice of Sam growing hollow and faint, convinced
the listener that nature was failing. The last SEN
tence which he articulated was, 10 Lord Lordp
and then continued to utter it until utterance fail
ed. and no noise broke the stiffness around bu
the sound of the internal weapon upon the in
sentient and motonless body. When the monster
saw Sam ceased to speak or move, he also ceased
, his blows,
At this time, when all was silent, Jarm raised
his head from the ground and saw Belts place his
3 foot against the bleeding body, and with savage
curse and malignant force. set the barrel and body
rolling together down the steep bank into the riv
er. As they reached the water, he (Betts) turn
cd to the negroes and said fercely:
"There you id dogs, 60 and bring him back
again, and unbind him and let him CO."
Quick as lightning the compassionate fellows
spraug to The water unbound him laid him the
bank-but it was too late. Life ceased to animate
the poor man-his soul was set free, and his mutt
lated body, already wrapped in its bloody shroud,
was prepared for its funeral.
The poor fellows looked meaningly at the brute
Belts as he stood at the Creek washing the sweat
from his brow and arms. and then, with sad coun-
tenances stood motiOnless around the corpse.
"What are you doing there, you id Villains"
said Belts.
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