The Cadiz Democratic sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1854-1864, 1864-02-10
THE III ESsINGs OF LIBERTY
BY AN EMAScIrArEp ooSrnAbAsb.
CHAPTER I,

| CuhFlEh
lam an intelligent cuntrabaud. am for
ever free. Mr.. Lincoln has said so. The
Tribune has printed it in big type. rl-
| My master was planter in Hogholt
Swamp, Arkansas. He was decendent o
the Arkansas Traveller. When the Union
army arrived, he became traveller also
There is no law for the return OF fugitive
master. | was left alone. ~
went into the Union lines. and on New
Years day General read me Mr.. Lincoln:
Proclamation, and told me was free tnat
Then he gave me some bacon that smelt had
and set ME to work digging trenches. | dc
not like digging trenches. | told a soldier
SO. lie laughed told an officer so. He
said: go TO the d-l' | told him was
free and wouldn't Then be kicked me-
The kick was of that character which makes
sitting down uncomiort able.
| thought that my liberty was not props
erly respected, so took to the swamp. A
sentinel shot at mo as passed. What had
to do with the countersign? Am not q
free man? r...H
.......-. CHAPTER II. t.r f
In the tangled swamps, sat upon a
highly picturesque STUMP, and thought o.
Phyllis. 'a -n
% joy!' cried, in sort Of rspturous rev
erie; Liberty is mine. will hy to Phyllis,
my dark eyed love Of the slumber2us soul
and the raven wool, and bear her far away
with me to isles where the mango apples
grow l"' '' ~ '1-...l. -."lH
So / arose and went to the plantation
where Phyllis lived, She met me with q
childish delight. l told her wo were tree
o gols!' she said. ~.
/ At that moment her master appeared. |
accosted him in a friendly manner, and in
formed him of my. project concerning the
isles above mentioned. r7.a.,; .r..,,,
There's where you'll get your mango ap>
pie cart upset. he replied coarsely; this yer
is a Upion territory. The proclamation
don't take no effect here. Now you jest
come foolen round my niggers aglG, an
you'll git thunder g,t a .,....
Sir, | responded, with dignity Il am a free
man like yourself. That proclamation makes
me your equal .Irta y'G a.H
He called two large muscular slavesj they
were Gre lures without nobility OF SOUL
They pumped water on me, and drove me
forth weeping alone. .f.,
CHAPTER III.
Northward Over dreary plains Of frosty
herbage; through frosty desertsj among wild
copses of laurel and rhododendron that brui
sed my shins. .y'g4se.59 9.
| trust | bear no shame for that May
not free mans shins be the tenderest par' ?
.Does long hal necessarily accompany a
feeble brain? / haye not studied theology
or nothing. 5. ~ .9if Nf
1t was very cold. MY race was not fitted
for low temperatures. My clothing was
scanty and thin. felt that was iye yet
some bow, fond memory would persist in
reverting to the warm savannahs Of the old
plantation. The North is cold, dark forbid
ing. t.,F t..,
Yeti toiled on. I had but littls food. =
Nobody would employ me, and nobody wish. .
ed to give aims. Now did care to obtain
work. Why should 1? Was ! not flee? /
worked when slave; who're is the merit OF
liberty, il 1 must work now2 sf,t N af-., o,
| knew that the North is full Of philanthro.
pic souls. Greely, Stowe, Gorritt Smith :,
at least, were my friends.
II arrived, at length, in Washington "a
great city Of intellect and power. Il lisit that
/ was one Of tho sovereign people, who o$ii
land support that city,, stood before the
Capitol and murmufed: N
i sm free' ,''Ha tf5a sr7a3 700
Is A very TALL homslya man, vith black
whiskers andIhoDsst ayes. feamsi down q tho
steps. ] caught his,hand. he looked at me
as il sur. trised and SPOKE, ii,
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