James Redpath, The Roving Editor: or, Talks with Slaves in the Southern States.

“I suppose you would like to have some money, too, if you were going to the North?”

“Yes, mass'r,” said he, “I would like to; ‘cause if a man has money he can get food easily anywhar; and he can't allus without it. But I would try it even without money.”

“ Are you married?”

“Yes, sah.”

“ Any children?”

“No, sah.”

Clothing, etc.

“ I would have to leave her,” he said; “she would be very willing, ‘cause she knows she can't help me, and I might help her if I was once free.”

“ How old are you 2”

“Thirty-five.”

“How many suits of clothing do you get in the year?”

“Two.”

“Only one shirt at a time?”

“Yes.”

The shirt of the slaves in this State--of course I allude to rural slaves — appears to be a cross between a “gent's under-garment” and an ordinary potatobag. The cloth is very coarse.

“Does the boss allow you anything for yourself?”

“Nothing,” he said, and looking at his used — up boots--

“ He hardly keeps us in shoes,” he added.

“Now, when would you run away if you had a compass?”,