from the lips of a man who had lived in a state of servitude.
I have elsewhere referred to the fact that women were often the most bitter in their denunciations of the Abolitionists.
In the neighborhood in which I passed my early days was a lady who was born and raised in the North
, and who probably had no decided sentiment, one way or the other, on the slavery question; but who about this time spent several months in a visit to one of the slave States.
She came back thoroughly imbued with admiration for “the institution.”
She could not find words to describe the good times that were enjoyed by the wives and daughters of the slave-owners.
They had nothing to do except to take the world easy, and that, according to her account, they did with great unanimity.
The slaves, were, she declared, the happiest people in the world, all care and responsibility being taken from their shoulders by masters who were kind enough to look out for their wants.
But one day she unwittingly exposed a glimpse of the reverse side of the picture.
She told the story of a young slave girl who had been accused of larceny.
She had picked up some trifling article that ordinarily no one would have cared anything about; but at this time it was thought well to make an example of somebody.
The wrists of the poor creature were fastened together by a cord that passed through a ring in the side of the barn, which had been put there for that purpose, and she was drawn up, with her face to the building, until her toes barely touched the ground.
Then, in the