Connecticut western news., 1879-04-02
The Slayer.
STORY OF THE DAYS OF THE SLAVE
 TRADE,

STORY OF THE DAYS OF THE SLAVE
 TRADE.
 The scene in the story I am a5out to relate took place some years ago. Ihad landed in New York, spent all my money, as sailors will, and was looking for a ship. Sauntering along the docks, one day, I met an old sailor and asked him about the prospects,, the best voyages, wages, etc:
 "What do you say to picking black berries on the coast of Africa ?'' he re- piled to my questions, with knowing leer.
 "Go away with your nonsense" cried I; eff I wanted blackberries I know where to get plenty of them"
 "Bah !" interrupted he; "you are greener than thought. Niggers! Mig. gers on the coast p
 "Pve heard of slave ships," returned I, thoughtfully "but they say that's wicked" > "Oho who says that? Wicked to bring those heathens to a Christian country, where they'll have chance to getreligion and save their black souls the scoundrels!' !''
 ''I didn't think of that" replied I j; "but can anything be made at that busi- ness ?''
 "Made! Is the boy mad? Why, one shipload of niggers is fortin' for whole ships crew. Made, eh {! whew if you want to be clothed in purple and gold, and precious stones, and all that sort of thing, like Solomon in all his glory-but it's not every young fellow that I'd make the fortin' of in this way; but, you see, I've took sort of liking to you, as said before, seeing you're a fne-looking, smart young rogue, eh p
 And, skipping me gaily on the back, he bade me put up my hand-cart and go down the wharf with him, without g moments delay.
 was in no such hurry to commence the business of christianizing negroes and it required more persuasion and flat tery to bring my courage up to the stick ing point.
 It was at length settled that on the next morning should go down to tht wharf with Ben Frieze Gas he called himsel) and see the captain.
 Saying nothing to anybody on th' subject, I got up very early, washed and repaired to the dock. Iwaited ful two hours before Frieze exhibited hi long legs for public inspection. Tha worthy was cunning enough not to ap pear too eager, now that he was sure 0 his man, and on the way to the vessel hi conversation denoted that he was over wheImed with astonishment at his ow1 generosity in having given me, an ute stranger, so glorious an opportunity t make my fortune.
 We reached the dock, and near tn East India ship Huntress, owned b, Minturn & Champlin, lay queer-look ing craft that might have been denomi mated hermaphrodite brig if she ha been completely rigged. We wake up the gangway plank and stepped O board. The deck was nearly blac with tar, while green paint and re feathers predominated about the con panion-way.
 A short, stout map, with full re face and an ominous cast in his eye, SUI veyed us askance. My tall companio approached him quickly, and said, in familiar tone:
 "Captain Horncastle, I've brougl you recruit.
 After little more talk with the cal tain, Ben left the vessel, and was give to understand that was not expected I follow him. I felt rather dumpish Ii the steward came with square bolt and gave us all stiff glass of grog, aft, which accepted the situation" mo- cheerfuIly.
 On the next day the pilot took | through the Narrows, and we were SOC crossing on the waves of the Atlantic.
 We anchored within cables leng of low beach, and some sixty or seven negroes, being driven down to u waters edge, were taken on board our boats.
 At first they looked around the vess with wonder and curiosity, but wh, taken below and penned up in clo quarters their moans were pitiful in u extreme. ....
 The barbarity of our captain was b, enough but that of his first mate "