The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1898-07-14

/ the gate, where young Master IhOma'
| Shaw was preparing to mount for ms
| mOrnintTs : ride.
| In his rage and despair the boy
| had not utterly lost common sense
He knew there was no chance of es
cape from the whipping post. The
| magistrates Of the town held a stric
rule Of discipline over both white anC
! black servants: to relax il In one IN
stance was TO weaken 1t IN ali, anC
Madam Shaw was the most rigorous
of all the owners of human chatteis
From a boy of his own age perhaps
mercy might lie hoped.
He went directly to yonng Shaw
WHO. with his boylsh tignre disguised
in velvet. high collared coat, and
his round apple cheeks framed by q
wing and chapeuu, was patting and
soothing a mettIcd horse Bob caught
him by the arm. Master Thomas
shook him off Indignantly.
Nv hat do YOU want, sirrah ?"
Your mother gave me This hold
ing ont the order with shaking
hand.
Which | have no doubt You we'll
earned. Stand back"
One moment Ny name is Rob.
ertson Farwell My father Is haro-
net in Sussex | was sent to Eaton,
fell into wild courses. and fled to es-
cape my creditors. In the field | was
captured by gang, who threw me,
with twenty others, into the hold of a
vessel coming to Philadelphia. | was
sold before | landed Iappeal l to you
TO save me. You are a bOy-you are
only d boy-like myself"
The wretched lad hung sobbing to
the horses neck. compelling him to
stand still. Master Shaw looked at
him douhtfully for moment, them
ITS lie" he cried. Stand back"
He raised his whip as he spoke and
struck him savagely across the face,
and gave spurs to his horse and gal
loped up the muddy street
The redemptorist followed him, his
brain in a whirl of rage amd despair.
Ii would be easy to escape into the
wilderness outlying the town, but 1t
was full of vague terror to him, and
10y leaving the settlement he cut Inn
self off from all chance of return to
England.
He crept languidly through the
town which ran alongside of the river
IN four long, Struggling streets, lined
with low hopses Of black and red
English brick \ crowd was urging
It's way to the town hall, composed. for
the most part. of solid looking citi-
zAns. a few Of whom wore the Quaker
dress, followed by the usual number
of idle apprentices iii their leather
aprons, school boys, negroes in livery,
au,i, far on the Outsklrts, an Indian
laden with peItry.
Rohartson was carried along me
chanicHlly in the throng He was the
only man III town, probably, who did
not know that 4 crisis had bacn reach
ri that day in the struggle between
the colonies a d the mother cOunti
His own terrible tragedy had malo
him deaf AMI blind to all ortside life
He walked on now III the hot July
sun. deaf to all the tumult of talk
anOut him, blind to the excited faces
hurrying by. At last. reaching the
outskirts of the crowd, which now
numbered some three or fOnr thon~
and, he stopped under shelter of the
shed built outside Of the town hall
for the use Of the Indians who came
to the settlement
A group Of redmen had tethered
their horses below it, and were seated
on the ground, eating their baked
pawn as calmly as though they We're
in the depths of the forest. A man
was standing on a small wooden plat
form in the grassy slope back Of the
town house, with an open paper IN
his hand
Can thee tell ne what John Nixon
is going 90 read yOnderF SAID one
Friend to another, stopping close 10
Robertson.
1t is the bill passed two days age
by the turbulent congress; written, /
believe, hy a radical young Nirginian
by name of Jefferson. Defiance tC
King George and disObedience to the
Penn's Al, Friend Simon. thee has
often quarreled with the rale of vii
liam and his sons, but thee will Fall
upon more troubious times now"
Peace, Let Us hear how the bill
reads"
Robertson turned his heavy eyes
towards the reader, whose voice rang
out clear and distinct At first be
caught no trace of meaning, then {
single sentence struck upon his con
fused BRAIN
All men are created equal
Then If all men are equal, all men
are free and | am no longer rightly
| held as "A slave he cried, vehemently
He stood like one stunned in the
crowd, scarce hearing the shouts
which broke forth, or the suddeI
clang of the great bell overhead, as i
rung out message which has beer
! heard throughout all the world.
The other bells of the little towI
joined in tue triumphant music, /;
salvo of artillery began to thnndel
from the levee, the chimas of Chris
Church pealed ID the distance The
| crowd had dispersed.
Robertson sat alone on fallen tree
| the Indians under their shed mum
bled and smoked together. The boy
was conscious presently of some one
| looking at him intently, and raising
| his head. saw stOut, short man, witt
vide trimmed hat shading a grave
| shrewd face. standing in from; Of him
His eyes had peculiar keen insigh
! in them, whose force, somehow
! brought the lad to his feet.
Probably no American ever pos
sessed eyes as clear and far seein.
as those of this man. 1t was quite i
accordance with his character that Ia
should come out OF the building wher
he had helped to lay the foundatio
! Of Il mighty government and observ
the we'll kept delicate nails of stabl,
/ hoy.
f iudge from certain little sign
that Won ar, not OF the labOriur ciae