Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1860-12-08

captain, a short. owerfully-built man, came flying
over the deck, with strong excitement working in
bis sun bdrnt face, reached the hold, looked in,
turned livid with rage, slapped his straw hat down
on his head with both hands aud rushed away
cursing and raviug like a mailman 1t was nigh
ly natural. a commercial Christian Of the nine
teenth century breed, the captain had been eduoa-
10 think Of nothing but his ship and trade, and
his special reflection was of the penalties that
would eusue if it became known that he had car
ried away a slave from New Orleans.
Recovering from their amazemeut, the sailors,
with unoouth and profano CALCULATIONS Of horror
and pity, lifted the inanimate body Of Antony, dis.
gushing even to their rude senses, and touching
even to their rude sensibilites, out of the hold.
They rad hardly laid it on deck when the captain
came rushing back again, shouting with oaths an
order for lookout up aloft, with tho hope of meet
ing some vessel bound for tho city be had left, that
would take the slave back. Then giving the pros
irate body a furious kick, he rushed away again,
storming and stamping and swearing
At the direction of the mate, the sailors took Ihe
family breathing body Of Antony forward to the
galley, where the black cook busted himself in re.
viying the fugitive. Half q dozen times q day the
captain came to the spot where the feeble man re-
clined, and glarSd at him without saying a word.
On tho third day, Antony being then weak, but
able to stand and talk, the captain demanded him
TO give an account of himself.
Feebly standing before him, with all the vigor
gone from his emaciated form, and with the deep
marks of awfrl suffering craven on his wasted lin
eamsnts, Antony told his story. AS he finished,
.r,,1or;,, ,I,o ,,,ko;n IN oorpaek oDJ Lrnknn tomas
not 10 send him back, the mate, who stood by,
turned away with his mouth twitchiug, saying it
was a damned shame, The captain burst into a
cit Of passion, and STAN ped on the deck, gesticula.
ting with clenched hands.
"A damned shame. is it, Mr.. Jones?' he roar9d,
perfectly livid with rage. II should think it was!
Rather A blasted niger to s~muggle his ugly
carcass aboard my brig What dye think they'll
say about it at Orleans, and what'll they do about
it, Mr.. Jones? And whatll Atkins say when he
hears of it, Mr.. Jones! and a load Of cotton aboard
from the very house whose junior partner owns
this dingy curse, Mr.. Jones? Look at the name
of the house on his neck, man. Blast ye," be
howled, turning upon Antony, and shaking both
fists at him, "Id send ye back, you boggar, if they
were to fry yo in your own black blood when they
ROt lcs! Cehu Je DdCk1 II 1 uOl y may L De
oternally"-
lie finished the sentence by a gasp, and dashed
both clcnched fists into the haggard and imploring
face of the fugitive, who fell to the deck, covered
with blood. Shouting and cursing, the Infatuated
captain leaped on bin, and selling him by the
hair, beat his head against the plank then jump
cd to his feet, c~apering like q m~adnan, and brand
shing his clenched fists. The mate stood looking
away to the horizon, with a mute, flushed face,
and two or three Of the sailors standing not far
distant, dumb witnesses of this brutal scene,
glanced ut each other with mutinous brows.-
Striding of a dozen PAGES, the captain turned
again, bringing down his clenched fist with a slap
into the palm of his hand, aud stamped with his
right foot on the deck as he shouted
keep o sharp lookout, Mr.. Jones The hrst
vessel that heaves in sight for New Orleans shall
take him, if it costs me a hundred dollars. And
if he gets to Boston, I'll tie him hand and foot,
and send him or fetch him back the first chance,
or my names not Bangham !"
lie foamed off into the cabin. Who'll send me
back after all I've gons through? Who'll be
mean enough to do it? Antony had received the
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