New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1863-04-28

Esiis oirl Of eight years with sweet hopeful ex-
nre,sion, clear rosy skin, and brown, waVy haiti
and the other, little mustto boy, few years OLD,
ar They each held one Of the womans hands, and
something peculiar in their attitude mado me look
closely al them. thin piece OF iron, called
Inv slaye traders bracelet" encircled their
wrists, and fastened their arms TO the womans
They were slayesl r
entered the cabin q few steps in advance OF
Preston, who paused 10 the doorway as he cangni
but his face turned to marble white, and his voice
trembled with emotion, as he exclaimed
my God Phyllis, is this yoaT
The woman sprang TO her feet, took one step Tor
,ward and sank TO The floor. Stretching out her
sbackled arms bound 10 the children as they were,
she clasped his knees, and cried outs
ooh, Master Robert dear Master Robert, save
mel oh save me; for the love Of the dear children
save mel" -.
The little boy and girl caught hold Of his skirts
and both crying hard turned their faces up 10 his
The younger said:
"0hl DO massa take US way from dis mani he
berry bad, massa He whip you little Rosey ease
she couldn't walk all de way-all de way yere,
NASSAU
The water gathered in Preston's eyes as he,asked:
"Why did they sell you, Phyliisl Why didn't l
know Of itP
"Missus went TO you, Master Robert, but you
warn TO home. Master had TO have the money
wait till YOU come back. Oil save me, Master
Robert He's takin' me TO Orleans, TO Orleans !
Do save me Think of the chill rem, Master Robert.
on | think of the chilrenl |" and she loosened her
hold Of his limbs, and wept as If her very heart WIS
breaking.
Preston's words came thick and broken, bic frame
shook, be almost groaned, as be said:
81 wonld 10 God that ] could Phyllisi but am
In debt--pressed on every side. i could not raise
the money 10 save my sou ~
"Oh my God what will become Of usf ex-
claimed the woman. Think of little Lule, Master
Robertl They've taken me way from her! On
what will become Of US, Master Robert what Will
become of Us r.
Preston stood like man on whom the sentence Of
death had fallen. \ cold CLASSY look came into bis
eyes--a thick, heavy sweat started from hue fore
head his iron limbs seemed giving way under him.
Placing my hand on his shoulder, i asked:
"AOw much s needed, my friend"
al don't know" be replied, pressing his hands to
his head as if to keep it from bursting How much,
Phylly"
dTwelve hundred Master Roberi-they sold Us
for twelve hundred
"Well, well, my good woman, don't feel badly.
III let Master Robert have the money"
The woman stared at me incredulously for mo-
ment then, while the children and chung to me
as II were an old fnend sbe ssid
'Oh bless you, Sir bless you'll will love you,
Sir The children will forever love You for II !"
A struggle seemed 10 be- going on In Preston 8
mind. He was silent for few moments; then, In a
slow, undecided voice, lie said:
alt would not he right can't take 1t, Kirks.
owe you now. I'm in debt elsewhere. Judgment
has been got against me. My crops have turned out
poorly, I've been 10 Virginia for money, and can {
yet dollar. II would not be honest. / can't take
No words con picture the look on tie womans
face rs she cried:
| n on n ma Ia "a.
Master Robert. OIL do take 1t j.
"How much il the Judgment 7" asked.
"Only slx hundred; but old - has IT, and he
has no mercy. He'll have the money II once, or
sell everythng--the negroes-everytbingV and be
ehoked down the heavy groan which half escaped
his liPs
| "About thousand barrels Of roEn. But the
river is low; can't get it down"
| Is. Any cotton !"
Only eleven baies-low middllng"
| "Thats three hundred more. ConddeI II ours,
and draw at ninety days for tho whole, Judgment
and ALL
Tie woman had rlsen during this conversation,
and stood with her eyes rv1ted our faces, as IL
| her eternal destiny hung on our words. When
made the last remark, che staggered toward me and
| fell as II dead, at my feet brought water from
the stream bard by. and we soon restored her 10
herrelf Preston then lifted her from the floor, aud
placing her tenderly ON the bench, said turning to
me;
"You cannot understand how much you have done
| for me- Words are weak--they cannot tell you.
viii paw you out Of the next crop. Meanwhile l
will re-draw and keep II ailoat."
"Do as you like about that Where is your
owner PhillisW
"Outsde, dear master. You'll know him. He
more Of us pore creatures with bim."
" Come, Preston, let's see him nj once we've no
time 10 lose. The stage will be along soon."
I've no heart for trading now. You manage 1t,
nv friend"
I" Well, as you say; but you'd better be with me.
Come"
! 81 will, in a moment"
He fingered behind, and when LEFT tie cabin,
was speaking In low tone TO the slave woman.
Thinking he would follow In O moment, went In
quest OF the trader.
Here is a pleasant episode in the usually
sOmber narrative:
! On gentle knoll, few hundred yards from the
negro quarters, and IN tho midst Of grove Of pines
whose soft brown tassels covered the ground sll
around il, stood the negro meeting house. II was
built Of unhewn logs It's crevces chinked with clay,
and was large enough to seat about two hundred
persons. Though its exterior resembled back.
woods barn, its interior had a neat and taste
full appearance. Evergreen bougbs hid It's rough
beams and bare shinged roof, and long wreatbs Of
pine leaves hung in graceful festoons from ts naked
walls and narrow windows. On the two sides OF
wids aisle, which served TO separate the sheep on
the night hand from the goats on the eft were long
rows OF benches, with hard board bottoms, aud
rough open backs; and beyond them, divided from
the rest OF the interior by rustic railing was the
family pew"-an Enclosure about twelve feet
square, neatly carpeted, and furnished with half
dozen arm chairs. Opposite TO this was a platform
elevated three steps from the floor and on it stood
rustic settee q large easy chair, and a modest desk
covered with green baize, and decorated with small
sprigs OF evergreen On this desk rested large
Bible.
The enormous seashell which served as bell to
this house Of prayer" WIZ sending its last blast
in long echnns thronQh the old treea when. with