to the law, and Christians subject to the censure of their Church.
On every side some limit to abuse was drawn.
But where, in Seminole
tent or Cherokee lodge, was an injured slave to find a limit to his wrongs?
A Seminole had no judge to fear, a Cherokee no pastor to consult.
Within his tribe and territory, an Indian chief might glut his anger on a slave as freely as if he were a king of Ashantee.
No sheriff asked of him his brother's blood.
No public sentiment restrained his arm. When he was roused to wrath, an Indian cared no more for what men might say of him than a tiger thinks of public opinion in the jungle when he makes his spring.
A Red savage had more freedom to ill-use his slave than any Pale-face has to hurt his clog.
Yet, while Red men and Black men were left alone, these Negroes seemed doomed for ever to serve the masters who were but a shade less dusky than themselves.
VWhile sauntering in and out, among the stores and yards at Caddo
, we chance to kick an ant-hill, and disturb the small red warriors in their nest.
Like all the South and West, this dry and sunny spot is rich in ants-red
, and yellow antsamong