<h2>CHAPTER XVII<br/> <span class="GutSmall">SLAVERY</span></h2>
<p><span class="smcap">The</span> upholders of slavery in
America—of the atrocities of which system, I shall not
write one word for which I have not had ample proof and
warrant—may be divided into three great classes.</p>
<p>The first, are those more moderate and rational owners of
human cattle, who have come into the possession of them as so
many coins in their trading capital, but who admit the frightful
nature of the Institution in the abstract, and perceive the
dangers to society with which it is fraught: dangers which
however distant they may be, or howsoever tardy in their coming
on, are as certain to fall upon its guilty head, as is the Day of
Judgment.</p>
<p>The second, consists of all those owners, breeders, users,
buyers and sellers of slaves, who will, until the bloody chapter
has a bloody end, own, breed, use, buy, and sell them at all
hazards: who doggedly deny the horrors of the system in the teeth
of such a mass of evidence as never was brought to bear on any
other subject, and to which the experience of every day
contributes its immense amount; who would at this or any other
moment, gladly involve America in a war, civil or foreign,
provided that it had for its sole end and object the assertion of
their right to perpetuate slavery, and to whip and work and
torture slaves, unquestioned by any human authority, and
unassailed by any human power; who, when they speak of Freedom,
mean the Freedom to oppress their kind, and to be savage,
merciless, and cruel; and of whom every man on his own ground, in
republican America, is a more exacting, and a sterner, and a less
responsible despot than the Caliph Haroun Alraschid in his angry
robe of scarlet.</p>
<p>The third, and not the least numerous or influential, is
composed of all that delicate gentility which cannot bear a
superior, and cannot brook an equal; of that class whose
Republicanism means, ‘I will not tolerate a man above me:
and of those below, none must approach too near;’ whose
pride, in a land where voluntary servitude is shunned as a
disgrace, must be ministered to by slaves; and whose inalienable
rights can only have their growth in negro wrongs.</p>
<p>It has been sometimes urged that, in the unavailing efforts
which have been made to advance the cause of Human Freedom in the
republic of America (strange cause for history to treat of!),
sufficient regard has not been had to the existence of the first
class of persons; and it has been contended that they are hardly
used, in being confounded with the second. This is, no
doubt, the case; noble instances of pecuniary and personal
sacrifice have already had their growth among them; and it is
much to be regretted that the gulf between them and the advocates
of emancipation should have been widened and deepened by any
means: the rather, as there are, beyond dispute, among these
slave-owners, many kind masters who are tender in the exercise of
their unnatural power. Still, it is to be feared that this
injustice is inseparable from the state of things with which
humanity and truth are called upon to deal. Slavery is not
a whit the more endurable because some hearts are to be found
which can partially resist its hardening influences; nor can the
indignant tide of honest wrath stand still, because in its onward
course it overwhelms a few who are comparatively innocent, among
a host of guilty.</p>
<p>The ground most commonly taken by these better men among the
advocates of slavery, is this: ‘It is a bad system; and for
myself I would willingly get rid of it, if I could; most
willingly. But it is not so bad, as you in England take it
to be. You are deceived by the representations of the
emancipationists. The greater part of my slaves are much
attached to me. You will say that I do not allow them to be
severely treated; but I will put it to you whether you believe
that it can be a general practice to treat them inhumanly, when
it would impair their value, and would be obviously against the
interests of their masters.’</p>
<p>Is it the interest of any man to steal, to game, to waste his
health and mental faculties by drunkenness, to lie, forswear
himself, indulge hatred, seek desperate revenge, or do
murder? No. All these are roads to ruin. And
why, then, do men tread them? Because such inclinations are among
the vicious qualities of mankind. Blot out, ye friends of
slavery, from the catalogue of human passions, brutal lust,
cruelty, and the abuse of irresponsible power (of all earthly
temptations the most difficult to be resisted), and when ye have
done so, and not before, we will inquire whether it be the
interest of a master to lash and maim the slaves, over whose
lives and limbs he has an absolute control!</p>
<p>But again: this class, together with that last one I have
named, the miserable aristocracy spawned of a false republic,
lift up their voices and exclaim ‘Public opinion is
all-sufficient to prevent such cruelty as you
denounce.’ Public opinion! Why, public opinion
in the slave States <i>is</i> slavery, is it not? Public
opinion, in the slave States, has delivered the slaves over, to
the gentle mercies of their masters. Public opinion has
made the laws, and denied the slaves legislative
protection. Public opinion has knotted the lash, heated the
branding-iron, loaded the rifle, and shielded the murderer.
Public opinion threatens the abolitionist with death, if he
venture to the South; and drags him with a rope about his middle,
in broad unblushing noon, through the first city in the
East. Public opinion has, within a few years, burned a
slave alive at a slow fire in the city of St. Louis; and public
opinion has to this day maintained upon the bench that estimable
judge who charged the jury, impanelled there to try his
murderers, that their most horrid deed was an act of public
opinion, and being so, must not be punished by the laws the
public sentiment had made. Public opinion hailed this
doctrine with a howl of wild applause, and set the prisoners
free, to walk the city, men of mark, and influence, and station,
as they had been before.</p>
<p>Public opinion! what class of men have an immense
preponderance over the rest of the community, in their power of
representing public opinion in the legislature? the
slave-owners. They send from their twelve States one
hundred members, while the fourteen free States, with a free
population nearly double, return but a hundred and
forty-two. Before whom do the presidential candidates bow
down the most humbly, on whom do they fawn the most fondly, and
for whose tastes do they cater the most assiduously in their
servile protestations? The slave-owners always.</p>
<p>Public opinion! hear the public opinion of the free South, as
expressed by its own members in the House of Representatives at
Washington. ‘I have a great respect for the
chair,’ quoth North Carolina, ‘I have a great respect
for the chair as an officer of the house, and a great respect for
him personally; nothing but that respect prevents me from rushing
to the table and tearing that petition which has just been
presented for the abolition of slavery in the district of
Columbia, to pieces.’—‘I warn the
abolitionists,’ says South Carolina, ‘ignorant,
infuriated barbarians as they are, that if chance shall throw any
of them into our hands, he may expect a felon’s
death.’—‘Let an abolitionist come within the
borders of South Carolina,’ cries a third; mild
Carolina’s colleague; ‘and if we can catch him, we
will try him, and notwithstanding the interference of all the
governments on earth, including the Federal government, we will
<span class="smcap">hang</span> him.’</p>
<p>Public opinion has made this law.—It has declared that
in Washington, in that city which takes its name from the father
of American liberty, any justice of the peace may bind with
fetters any negro passing down the street and thrust him into
jail: no offence on the black man’s part is
necessary. The justice says, ‘I choose to think this
man a runaway:’ and locks him up. Public opinion
impowers the man of law when this is done, to advertise the negro
in the newspapers, warning his owner to come and claim him, or he
will be sold to pay the jail fees. But supposing he is a
free black, and has no owner, it may naturally be presumed that
he is set at liberty. No: <span class="smcap">he is sold to
recompense his jailer</span>. This has been done again, and
again, and again. He has no means of proving his freedom;
has no adviser, messenger, or assistance of any sort or kind; no
investigation into his case is made, or inquiry instituted.
He, a free man, who may have served for years, and bought his
liberty, is thrown into jail on no process, for no crime, and on
no pretence of crime: and is sold to pay the jail fees.
This seems incredible, even of America, but it is the law.</p>
<p>Public opinion is deferred to, in such cases as the following:
which is headed in the newspapers:—</p>
<blockquote><p style="text-align: center">‘<i>Interesting
Law-Case</i>.</p>
<p>‘An interesting case is now on trial in the Supreme
Court, arising out of the following facts. A gentleman
residing in Maryland had allowed an aged pair of his slaves,
substantial though not legal freedom for several years.
While thus living, a daughter was born to them, who grew up in
the same liberty, until she married a free negro, and went with
him to reside in Pennsylvania. They had several children,
and lived unmolested until the original owner died, when his heir
attempted to regain them; but the magistrate before whom they
were brought, decided that he had no jurisdiction in the
case. <i>The owner seized the woman and her children in the
night</i>, <i>and carried them to Maryland</i>.’</p>
</blockquote>
<p>‘Cash for negroes,’ ‘cash for
negroes,’ ‘cash for negroes,’ is the heading of
advertisements in great capitals down the long columns of the
crowded journals. Woodcuts of a runaway negro with manacled
hands, crouching beneath a bluff pursuer in top boots, who,
having caught him, grasps him by the throat, agreeably diversify
the pleasant text. The leading article protests against
‘that abominable and hellish doctrine of abolition, which
is repugnant alike to every law of God and nature.’
The delicate mamma, who smiles her acquiescence in this sprightly
writing as she reads the paper in her cool piazza, quiets her
youngest child who clings about her skirts, by promising the boy
‘a whip to beat the little niggers with.’—But
the negroes, little and big, are protected by public opinion.</p>
<p>Let us try this public opinion by another test, which is
important in three points of view: first, as showing how
desperately timid of the public opinion slave-owners are, in
their delicate descriptions of fugitive slaves in widely
circulated newspapers; secondly, as showing how perfectly
contented the slaves are, and how very seldom they run away;
thirdly, as exhibiting their entire freedom from scar, or
blemish, or any mark of cruel infliction, as their pictures are
drawn, not by lying abolitionists, but by their own truthful
masters.</p>
<p>The following are a few specimens of the advertisements in the
public papers. It is only four years since the oldest among
them appeared; and others of the same nature continue to be
published every day, in shoals.</p>
<blockquote><p>‘Ran away, Negress Caroline. Had on a
collar with one prong turned down.’</p>
<p>‘Ran away, a black woman, Betsy. Had an iron bar
on her right leg.’</p>
<p>‘Ran away, the negro Manuel. Much marked with
irons.’</p>
<p>‘Ran away, the negress Fanny. Had on an iron band
about her neck.’</p>
<p>‘Ran away, a negro boy about twelve years old. Had
round his neck a chain dog-collar with “De Lampert”
engraved on it.’</p>
<p>‘Ran away, the negro Hown. Has a ring of iron on
his left foot. Also, Grise, <i>his wife</i>, having a ring
and chain on the left leg.’</p>
<p>‘Ran away, a negro boy named James. Said boy was
ironed when he left me.’</p>
<p>‘Committed to jail, a man who calls his name John.
He has a clog of iron on his right foot which will weigh four or
five pounds.’</p>
<p>‘Detained at the police jail, the negro wench,
Myra. Has several marks of <span class="smcap">lashing</span>, and has irons on her
feet.’</p>
<p>‘Ran away, a negro woman and two children. A few
days before she went off, I burnt her with a hot iron, on the
left side of her face. I tried to make the letter
M.’</p>
<p>‘Ran away, a negro man named Henry; his left eye out,
some scars from a dirk on and under his left arm, and much
scarred with the whip.’</p>
<p>‘One hundred dollars reward, for a negro fellow, Pompey,
40 years old. He is branded on the left jaw.’</p>
<p>‘Committed to jail, a negro man. Has no toes on
the left foot.’</p>
<p>‘Ran away, a negro woman named Rachel. Has lost
all her toes except the large one.’</p>
<p>‘Ran away, Sam. He was shot a short time since
through the hand, and has several shots in his left arm and
side.’</p>
<p>‘Ran away, my negro man Dennis. Said negro has
been shot in the left arm between the shoulder and elbow, which
has paralysed the left hand.’</p>
<p>‘Ran away, my negro man named Simon. He has been
shot badly, in his back and right arm.’</p>
<p>‘Ran away, a negro named Arthur. Has a
considerable scar across his breast and each arm, made by a
knife; loves to talk much of the goodness of God.’</p>
<p>‘Twenty-five dollars reward for my man Isaac. He
has a scar on his forehead, caused by a blow; and one on his
back, made by a shot from a pistol.’</p>
<p>‘Ran away, a negro girl called Mary. Has a small
scar over her eye, a good many teeth missing, the letter A is
branded on her cheek and forehead.’</p>
<p>‘Ran away, negro Ben. Has a scar on his right
hand; his thumb and forefinger being injured by being shot last
fall. A part of the bone came out. He has also one or
two large scars on his back and hips.’</p>
<p>‘Detained at the jail, a mulatto, named Tom. Has a
scar on the right cheek, and appears to have been burned with
powder on the face.’</p>
<p>‘Ran away, a negro man named Ned. Three of his
fingers are drawn into the palm of his hand by a cut. Has a
scar on the back of his neck, nearly half round, done by a
knife.’</p>
<p>‘Was committed to jail, a negro man. Says his name
is Josiah. His back very much scarred by the whip; and
branded on the thigh and hips in three or four places, thus (J
M). The rim of his right ear has been bit or cut
off.’</p>
<p>‘Fifty dollars reward, for my fellow Edward. He
has a scar on the corner of his mouth, two cuts on and under his
arm, and the letter E on his arm.’</p>
<p>‘Ran away, negro boy Ellie. Has a scar on one of
his arms from the bite of a dog.’</p>
<p>‘Ran away, from the plantation of James Surgette, the
following negroes: Randal, has one ear cropped; Bob, has lost one
eye; Kentucky Tom, has one jaw broken.’</p>
<p>‘Ran away, Anthony. One of his ears cut off, and
his left hand cut with an axe.’</p>
<p>‘Fifty dollars reward for the negro Jim Blake. Has
a piece cut out of each ear, and the middle finger of the left
hand cut off to the second joint.’</p>
<p>‘Ran away, a negro woman named Maria. Has a scar
on one side of her cheek, by a cut. Some scars on her
back.’</p>
<p>‘Ran away, the Mulatto wench Mary. Has a cut on
the left arm, a scar on the left shoulder, and two upper teeth
missing.’</p>
</blockquote>
<p>I should say, perhaps, in explanation of this latter piece of
description, that among the other blessings which public opinion
secures to the negroes, is the common practice of violently
punching out their teeth. To make them wear iron collars by
day and night, and to worry them with dogs, are practices almost
too ordinary to deserve mention.</p>
<blockquote><p>‘Ran away, my man Fountain. Has holes
in his ears, a scar on the right side of his forehead, has been
shot in the hind part of his legs, and is marked on the back with
the whip.’</p>
<p>‘Two hundred and fifty dollars reward for my negro man
Jim. He is much marked with shot in his right thigh.
The shot entered on the outside, halfway between the hip and knee
joints.’</p>
<p>‘Brought to jail, John. Left ear cropt.’</p>
<p>‘Taken up, a negro man. Is very much scarred about
the face and body, and has the left ear bit off.’</p>
<p>‘Ran away, a black girl, named Mary. Has a scar on
her cheek, and the end of one of her toes cut off.’</p>
<p>‘Ran away, my Mulatto woman, Judy. She has had her
right arm broke.’</p>
<p>‘Ran away, my negro man, Levi. His left hand has
been burnt, and I think the end of his forefinger is
off.’</p>
<p>‘Ran away, a negro man, <span class="smcap">named
Washington</span>. Has lost a part of his middle finger,
and the end of his little finger.’</p>
<p>‘Twenty-five dollars reward for my man John. The
tip of his nose is bit off.’</p>
<p>‘Twenty-five dollars reward for the negro slave,
Sally. Walks <i>as though</i> crippled in the
back.’</p>
<p>‘Ran away, Joe Dennis. Has a small notch in one of
his ears.’</p>
<p>‘Ran away, negro boy, Jack. Has a small crop out
of his left ear.’</p>
<p>‘Ran away, a negro man, named Ivory. Has a small
piece cut out of the top of each ear.’</p>
</blockquote>
<p>While upon the subject of ears, I may observe that a
distinguished abolitionist in New York once received a
negro’s ear, which had been cut off close to the head, in a
general post letter. It was forwarded by the free and
independent gentleman who had caused it to be amputated, with a
polite request that he would place the specimen in his
‘collection.’</p>
<p>I could enlarge this catalogue with broken arms, and broken
legs, and gashed flesh, and missing teeth, and lacerated backs,
and bites of dogs, and brands of red-hot irons innumerable: but
as my readers will be sufficiently sickened and repelled already,
I will turn to another branch of the subject.</p>
<p>These advertisements, of which a similar collection might be
made for every year, and month, and week, and day; and which are
coolly read in families as things of course, and as a part of the
current news and small-talk; will serve to show how very much the
slaves profit by public opinion, and how tender it is in their
behalf. But it may be worth while to inquire how the
slave-owners, and the class of society to which great numbers of
them belong, defer to public opinion in their conduct, not to
their slaves but to each other; how they are accustomed to
restrain their passions; what their bearing is among themselves;
whether they are fierce or gentle; whether their social customs
be brutal, sanguinary, and violent, or bear the impress of
civilisation and refinement.</p>
<p>That we may have no partial evidence from abolitionists in
this inquiry, either, I will once more turn to their own
newspapers, and I will confine myself, this time, to a selection
from paragraphs which appeared from day to day, during my visit
to America, and which refer to occurrences happening while I was
there. The italics in these extracts, as in the foregoing,
are my own.</p>
<p>These cases did not <span class="smcap">all</span> occur, it
will be seen, in territory actually belonging to legalised Slave
States, though most, and those the very worst among them did, as
their counterparts constantly do; but the position of the scenes
of action in reference to places immediately at hand, where
slavery is the law; and the strong resemblance between that class
of outrages and the rest; lead to the just presumption that the
character of the parties concerned was formed in slave districts,
and brutalised by slave customs.</p>
<blockquote><p style="text-align: center">‘<i>Horrible
Tragedy</i>.</p>
<p>‘By a slip from <i>The Southport Telegraph</i>,
Wisconsin, we learn that the Hon. Charles C. P. Arndt, Member of
the Council for Brown county, was shot dead <i>on the floor of
the Council chamber</i>, by James R. Vinyard, Member from Grant
county. <i>The affair</i> grew out of a nomination for
Sheriff of Grant county. Mr. E. S. Baker was nominated and
supported by Mr. Arndt. This nomination was opposed by
Vinyard, who wanted the appointment to vest in his own
brother. In the course of debate, the deceased made some
statements which Vinyard pronounced false, and made use of
violent and insulting language, dealing largely in personalities,
to which Mr. A. made no reply. After the adjournment, Mr.
A. stepped up to Vinyard, and requested him to retract, which he
refused to do, repeating the offensive words. Mr. Arndt
then made a blow at Vinyard, who stepped back a pace, drew a
pistol, and shot him dead.</p>
<p>‘The issue appears to have been provoked on the part of
Vinyard, who was determined at all hazards to defeat the
appointment of Baker, and who, himself defeated, turned his ire
and revenge upon the unfortunate Arndt.’</p>
<p style="text-align: center">‘<i>The Wisconsin
Tragedy</i>.</p>
<p>Public indignation runs high in the territory of Wisconsin, in
relation to the murder of C. C. P. Arndt, in the Legislative Hall
of the Territory. Meetings have been held in different
counties of Wisconsin, denouncing <i>the practice of secretly
bearing arms in the Legislative chambers of the
country</i>. We have seen the account of the expulsion of
James R. Vinyard, the perpetrator of the bloody deed, and are
amazed to hear, that, after this expulsion by those who saw
Vinyard kill Mr. Arndt in the presence of his aged father, who
was on a visit to see his son, little dreaming that he was to
witness his murder, <i>Judge Dunn has discharged Vinyard on
bail</i>. The Miners’ Free Press speaks <i>in terms
of merited rebuke</i> at the outrage upon the feelings of the
people of Wisconsin. Vinyard was within arm’s length
of Mr. Arndt, when he took such deadly aim at him, that he never
spoke. Vinyard might at pleasure, being so near, have only
wounded him, but he chose to kill him.’</p>
<p style="text-align: center">‘<i>Murder</i>.</p>
<p>By a letter in a St. Louis paper of the ‘4th, we notice
a terrible outrage at Burlington, Iowa. A Mr. Bridgman
having had a difficulty with a citizen of the place, Mr. Ross; a
brother-in-law of the latter provided himself with one of
Colt’s revolving pistols, met Mr. B. in the street, <i>and
discharged the contents of five of the barrels at him</i>:
<i>each shot taking effect</i>. Mr. B., though horribly
wounded, and dying, returned the fire, and killed Ross on the
spot.’</p>
<p style="text-align: center">‘<i>Terrible Death of Robert
Potter</i>.</p>
<p>‘From the “Caddo Gazette,” of the 12th
inst., we learn the frightful death of Colonel Robert Potter. . .
. He was beset in his house by an enemy, named Rose. He
sprang from his couch, seized his gun, and, in his night-clothes,
rushed from the house. For about two hundred yards his
speed seemed to defy his pursuers; but, getting entangled in a
thicket, he was captured. Rose told him <i>that he intended
to act a generous part</i>, and give him a chance for his
life. He then told Potter he might run, and he should not
be interrupted till he reached a certain distance. Potter
started at the word of command, and before a gun was fired he had
reached the lake. His first impulse was to jump in the
water and dive for it, which he did. Rose was close behind
him, and formed his men on the bank ready to shoot him as he
rose. In a few seconds he came up to breathe; and scarce
had his head reached the surface of the water when it was
completely riddled with the shot of their guns, and he sunk, to
rise no more!’</p>
<p style="text-align: center">‘<i>Murder in
Arkansas</i>.</p>
<p>‘We understand <i>that a severe rencontre came off</i> a
few days since in the Seneca Nation, between Mr. Loose, the
sub-agent of the mixed band of the Senecas, Quapaw, and Shawnees,
and Mr. James Gillespie, of the mercantile firm of Thomas G.
Allison and Co., of Maysville, Benton, County Ark, in which the
latter was slain with a bowie-knife. Some difficulty had
for some time existed between the parties. It is said that
Major Gillespie brought on the attack with a cane. A severe
conflict ensued, during which two pistols were fired by Gillespie
and one by Loose. Loose then stabbed Gillespie with one of
those never-failing weapons, a bowie-knife. The death of
Major G. is much regretted, as he was a liberal-minded and
energetic man. Since the above was in type, we have learned
that Major Allison has stated to some of our citizens in town
that Mr. Loose gave the first blow. We forbear to give any
particulars, as <i>the matter will be the subject of judicial
investigation</i>.’</p>
<p style="text-align: center">‘<i>Foul Deed</i>.</p>
<p>The steamer Thames, just from Missouri river, brought us a
handbill, offering a reward of 500 dollars, for the person who
assassinated Lilburn W. Baggs, late Governor of this State, at
Independence, on the night of the 6th inst. Governor Baggs,
it is stated in a written memorandum, was not dead, but mortally
wounded.</p>
<p>‘Since the above was written, we received a note from
the clerk of the Thames, giving the following particulars.
Gov. Baggs was shot by some villain on Friday, 6th inst., in the
evening, while sitting in a room in his own house in
Independence. His son, a boy, hearing a report, ran into
the room, and found the Governor sitting in his chair, with his
jaw fallen down, and his head leaning back; on discovering the
injury done to his father, he gave the alarm. Foot tracks
were found in the garden below the window, and a pistol picked up
supposed to have been overloaded, and thrown from the hand of the
scoundrel who fired it. Three buck shots of a heavy load,
took effect; one going through his mouth, one into the brain, and
another probably in or near the brain; all going into the back
part of the neck and head. The Governor was still alive on
the morning of the 7th; but no hopes for his recovery by his
friends, and but slight hopes from his physicians.</p>
<p>‘A man was suspected, and the Sheriff most probably has
possession of him by this time.</p>
<p>‘The pistol was one of a pair stolen some days previous
from a baker in Independence, and the legal authorities have the
description of the other.’</p>
<p style="text-align: center">‘<i>Rencontre</i>.</p>
<p>‘An unfortunate <i>affair</i> took place on Friday
evening in Chatres Street, in which one of our most respectable
citizens received a dangerous wound, from a poignard, in the
abdomen. From the Bee (New Orleans) of yesterday, we learn
the following particulars. It appears that an article was
published in the French side of the paper on Monday last,
containing some strictures on the Artillery Battalion for firing
their guns on Sunday morning, in answer to those from the Ontario
and Woodbury, and thereby much alarm was caused to the families
of those persons who were out all night preserving the peace of
the city. Major C. Gally, Commander of the battalion,
resenting this, called at the office and demanded the
author’s name; that of Mr. P. Arpin was given to him, who
was absent at the time. Some angry words then passed with
one of the proprietors, and a challenge followed; the friends of
both parties tried to arrange the affair, but failed to do
so. On Friday evening, about seven o’clock, Major
Gally met Mr. P. Arpin in Chatres Street, and accosted him.
“Are you Mr. Arpin?”</p>
<p>‘“Yes, sir.”</p>
<p>‘“Then I have to tell you that you are
a—” (applying an appropriate epithet).</p>
<p>‘“I shall remind you of your words,
sir.”</p>
<p>‘“But I have said I would break my cane on your
shoulders.”</p>
<p>‘“I know it, but I have not yet received the
blow.”</p>
<p>‘At these words, Major Gally, having a cane in his
hands, struck Mr. Arpin across the face, and the latter drew a
poignard from his pocket and stabbed Major Gally in the
abdomen.</p>
<p>‘Fears are entertained that the wound will be
mortal. <i>We understand that Mr. Arpin has given security
for his appearance at the Criminal Court to answer the
charge</i>.’</p>
<p style="text-align: center">‘<i>Affray in
Mississippi</i>.</p>
<p>‘On the 27th ult., in an affray near Carthage, Leake
county, Mississippi, between James Cottingham and John Wilburn,
the latter was shot by the former, and so horribly wounded, that
there was no hope of his recovery. On the 2nd instant,
there was an affray at Carthage between A. C. Sharkey and George
Goff, in which the latter was shot, and thought mortally
wounded. Sharkey delivered himself up to the authorities,
<i>but changed his mind and escaped</i>!’</p>
<p style="text-align: center">‘<i>Personal
Encounter</i>.</p>
<p>‘An encounter took place in Sparta, a few days since,
between the barkeeper of an hotel, and a man named Bury. It
appears that Bury had become somewhat noisy, <i>and that the
barkeeper</i>, <i>determined to preserve order</i>, <i>had
threatened to shoot Bury</i>, whereupon Bury drew a pistol and
shot the barkeeper down. He was not dead at the last
accounts, but slight hopes were entertained of his
recovery.’</p>
<p style="text-align: center">‘<i>Duel</i>.</p>
<p>‘The clerk of the steamboat <i>Tribune</i> informs us
that another duel was fought on Tuesday last, by Mr. Robbins, a
bank officer in Vicksburg, and Mr. Fall, the editor of the
Vicksburg Sentinel. According to the arrangement, the
parties had six pistols each, which, after the word
“Fire!” <i>they were to discharge as fast as they
pleased</i>. Fall fired two pistols without effect.
Mr. Robbins’ first shot took effect in Fall’s thigh,
who fell, and was unable to continue the combat.’</p>
<p style="text-align: center">‘<i>Affray in Clarke
County</i>.</p>
<p>‘An <i>unfortunate affray</i> occurred in Clarke county
(<span class="smcap">Mo</span>.), near Waterloo, on Tuesday the
19th ult., which originated in settling the partnership concerns
of Messrs. M‘Kane and M‘Allister, who had been
engaged in the business of distilling, and resulted in the death
of the latter, who was shot down by Mr. M‘Kane, because of
his attempting to take possession of seven barrels of whiskey,
the property of M‘Kane, which had been knocked off to
M‘Allister at a sheriff’s sale at one dollar per
barrel. M‘Kane immediately fled <i>and at the latest
dates had not been taken</i>.</p>
<p>‘<i>This unfortunate affray</i> caused considerable
excitement in the neighbourhood, as both the parties were men
with large families depending upon them and stood well in the
community.’</p>
</blockquote>
<p>I will quote but one more paragraph, which, by reason of its
monstrous absurdity, may be a relief to these atrocious
deeds.</p>
<blockquote><p style="text-align: center">‘<i>Affair of
Honour</i>.</p>
<p>‘We have just heard the particulars of a meeting which
took place on Six Mile Island, on Tuesday, between two young
bloods of our city: Samuel Thurston, <i>aged fifteen</i>, and
William Hine, <i>aged thirteen</i> years. They were
attended by young gentlemen of the same age. The weapons
used on the occasion, were a couple of Dickson’s best
rifles; the distance, thirty yards. They took one fire,
without any damage being sustained by either party, except the
ball of Thurston’s gun passing through the crown of
Hine’s hat. <i>Through the intercession of the Board
of Honour</i>, the challenge was withdrawn, and the difference
amicably adjusted.’</p>
</blockquote>
<p>If the reader will picture to himself the kind of Board of
Honour which amicably adjusted the difference between these two
little boys, who in any other part of the world would have been
amicably adjusted on two porters’ backs and soundly flogged
with birchen rods, he will be possessed, no doubt, with as strong
a sense of its ludicrous character, as that which sets me
laughing whenever its image rises up before me.</p>
<p>Now, I appeal to every human mind, imbued with the commonest
of common sense, and the commonest of common humanity; to all
dispassionate, reasoning creatures, of any shade of opinion; and
ask, with these revolting evidences of the state of society which
exists in and about the slave districts of America before them,
can they have a doubt of the real condition of the slave, or can
they for a moment make a compromise between the institution or
any of its flagrant, fearful features, and their own just
consciences? Will they say of any tale of cruelty and horror,
however aggravated in degree, that it is improbable, when they
can turn to the public prints, and, running, read such signs as
these, laid before them by the men who rule the slaves: in their
own acts and under their own hands?</p>
<p>Do we not know that the worst deformity and ugliness of
slavery are at once the cause and the effect of the reckless
license taken by these freeborn outlaws? Do we not know
that the man who has been born and bred among its wrongs; who has
seen in his childhood husbands obliged at the word of command to
flog their wives; women, indecently compelled to hold up their
own garments that men might lay the heavier stripes upon their
legs, driven and harried by brutal overseers in their time of
travail, and becoming mothers on the field of toil, under the
very lash itself; who has read in youth, and seen his virgin
sisters read, descriptions of runaway men and women, and their
disfigured persons, which could not be published elsewhere, of so
much stock upon a farm, or at a show of beasts:—do we not
know that that man, whenever his wrath is kindled up, will be a
brutal savage? Do we not know that as he is a coward in his
domestic life, stalking among his shrinking men and women slaves
armed with his heavy whip, so he will be a coward out of doors,
and carrying cowards’ weapons hidden in his breast, will
shoot men down and stab them when he quarrels? And if our
reason did not teach us this and much beyond; if we were such
idiots as to close our eyes to that fine mode of training which
rears up such men; should we not know that they who among their
equals stab and pistol in the legislative halls, and in the
counting-house, and on the marketplace, and in all the elsewhere
peaceful pursuits of life, must be to their dependants, even
though they were free servants, so many merciless and unrelenting
tyrants?</p>
<p>What! shall we declaim against the ignorant peasantry of
Ireland, and mince the matter when these American taskmasters are
in question? Shall we cry shame on the brutality of those
who hamstring cattle: and spare the lights of Freedom upon earth
who notch the ears of men and women, cut pleasant posies in the
shrinking flesh, learn to write with pens of red-hot iron on the
human face, rack their poetic fancies for liveries of mutilation
which their slaves shall wear for life and carry to the grave,
breaking living limbs as did the soldiery who mocked and slew the
Saviour of the world, and set defenceless creatures up for
targets! Shall we whimper over legends of the tortures practised
on each other by the Pagan Indians, and smile upon the cruelties
of Christian men! Shall we, so long as these things last,
exult above the scattered remnants of that race, and triumph in
the white enjoyment of their possessions? Rather, for me,
restore the forest and the Indian village; in lieu of stars and
stripes, let some poor feather flutter in the breeze; replace the
streets and squares by wigwams; and though the death-song of a
hundred haughty warriors fill the air, it will be music to the
shriek of one unhappy slave.</p>
<p>On one theme, which is commonly before our eyes, and in
respect of which our national character is changing fast, let the
plain Truth be spoken, and let us not, like dastards, beat about
the bush by hinting at the Spaniard and the fierce Italian.
When knives are drawn by Englishmen in conflict let it be said
and known: ‘We owe this change to Republican Slavery.
These are the weapons of Freedom. With sharp points and
edges such as these, Liberty in America hews and hacks her
slaves; or, failing that pursuit, her sons devote them to a
better use, and turn them on each other.’</p>
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