UNCLE TOM'S CABIN
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150 KEY TO <strong>UNCLE</strong> TOM S <strong>CABIN</strong>.<br />
If we look back to the advertisements, we<br />
shall see that the traders take onlythe<br />
younger ones, between the ages of ten and<br />
thirty Ḅut this is only one port, and only<br />
one mode of exporting ; for multitudesof<br />
them are sent in cofflesover land " vlyet<br />
Mr. J. Thornton Randolphrepresents the<br />
negroes of Virginia as living in increase the greater<br />
pastoral<br />
the master's gains, and especially<br />
since the mixed blood demands a considerably<br />
security, smokingtheir pipes under their higherprice than the pure black.<br />
own vines and fig-trees, the venerable patriarch<br />
of the flock declaring that<br />
The<br />
" he nebber<br />
hab hear such a ting as a niggersold to<br />
This system bears with extreme severity<br />
the slave. It subjects him to a perpetual<br />
being sold to the " soul-driver,"<br />
upon<br />
fear of<br />
which to the<br />
slave is the realizationof all conceivable woes and<br />
horrors,more dreaded than death. An awful apprehension<br />
of this fate haunts the poor suffererby<br />
day and by night, from his cradle to his grave.<br />
Suspense hangslike a thunder-cloud over his head.<br />
He knows that there isnot a passinghour, whether<br />
he wakes or sleeps,which may not be the<br />
last that he shall spendwith his wife and children.<br />
Every day or week some acquaintanceis<br />
snatched from his side,and thus the consciousness<br />
of his own danger is kept continually awake.<br />
'"<br />
Surely my turn will come next," is his harrowing<br />
conviction ; for he knows that he was reared<br />
for this,as the ox for the yoke,or the sheep for<br />
the slaughter Ịn this aspectțhe slave's condition<br />
is trulyindescribable. Suspense, even when<br />
it relates to an event of no<br />
greatmoment, and<br />
" endureth but for a night," is hard to bear. But<br />
ivhen it broods over all,absolutely<br />
all that isdear,<br />
shilling the present with its deepshade,and casting<br />
its awful gloom over the future, it must break<br />
the heart ! Such is the suspense under which<br />
every slave in the breeding states lives.It poisons<br />
all his littlelot of bliss. If a father,he cannot<br />
go forth to his toil without bidding a mental farewell<br />
to his wife and children. He cannot return,<br />
weary and worn, from the field,with any certainty<br />
that he shall not find his home robbed and desolate.<br />
Nor can he seek his bed of straw and rags without<br />
the frightful misgiving that his wife may be<br />
torn from his arms before morning. Should a<br />
white strangerapproachhis master's mansion, he<br />
fears that the soul-driver has come, and awaits in<br />
terror the overseer's mandate, " You are sold ; follow<br />
that man." There is no beingon earth whom<br />
the slaves of the breedingstates regardwith so<br />
much horror as the trader. He is to them what<br />
the prowlingkidnapperis to their less wretched<br />
brethren in the wilds of Africa. The master knows<br />
this,and that there is no punishmentso effectual<br />
to secure labor,or deter from misconduct,as the<br />
threat of beingdelivered to the soul-driver.*<br />
* This horriblyexpressiveappellationis in common<br />
use among the slaves of the breedingstates.<br />
Another consequence of this systemisthe prevalence<br />
of licentiousness. This is indeed one of the<br />
foul features of slavery<br />
everywhere; but it is especially<br />
prevalentand indiscriminate where slavebreedingis<br />
conducted as a business. It grows directly<br />
out of the system, and is inseparable from it.<br />
* * *<br />
The pecuniaryinducement to generalpollution<br />
must be very strongșince the larger the slave<br />
remainder of the extract contains specification<br />
too dreadfulto be quotedẈe can<br />
Georgi all his life, unless dat nigger did only refer the reader to the volume, p. 13.<br />
sometingvery bad."<br />
The poets of America,true to the holy<br />
An affecting picture of the soul of their divine art,<br />
consequences<br />
have shed over some<br />
of this traffic upon both master and slave<br />
of the horrid realitiesof this trade the<br />
is<br />
drawn by the committee of the volume from patheticlight of poetry. Longfellow and<br />
which we have<br />
Whittier have told<br />
quoted.<br />
us, in verses beautiful as<br />
The writer cannot conclude this chapterstrung pearls, yet sorrowful as a mother's<br />
better than by the languagewhich tears,<br />
they<br />
some of the incidentsof thisunnatural<br />
and<br />
have used.<br />
ghastly traffic. For the sake of a common<br />
humanity, let us<br />
describesno common event.<br />
TnE QUADROON GIRL.<br />
The Slaver in the broad Jagoon<br />
Lay moored with idle sail :<br />
He waited for the risingmoon,<br />
And for the eveninggale.<br />
hopethat the firstextract<br />
Under the shore his boat was tied<br />
And all her listlesscrew<br />
Watched the gray alligator slide<br />
Into the stillbayou.<br />
Odors of orange-flowers and spice<br />
Reached them,from time to time,<br />
Like airs that breathe from Paradise<br />
Upon a world of crime.<br />
The Planter,under his roof of thatch,<br />
Smoked thoughtfullyand slow ;<br />
The Slaver's thumb was on the latch,<br />
He seemed in haste to go.<br />
He said, " My shipat anchor rides<br />
In yonder broad lagoon;<br />
I onlywait the eveningtides,<br />
And the risingof the moon."<br />
Before them,with her face upraised,<br />
In timid attitude,<br />
Like one half curious,half amazed,<br />
A Quadroon maiden stood.<br />
Her eyes were large, and full of light,<br />
Her arms and neck were bare ;<br />
No garment she wore, save a kirtle bright.<br />
And her own longraven hair.<br />
And on her lipsthere playeda smile<br />
As holy,meek, and faint,<br />
As lightsin some cathedral aisle<br />
The features of a saint.<br />
"<br />
The soilis barren țhe farm is old,"<br />
The thoughtfulPlanter said ;<br />
Then looked upon the Slaver's gold,<br />
And then upon the maid.<br />
His heart within him was at strife<br />
With such accursed gains;<br />
For he knew whose passionsgave her life,<br />
Whose blood ran in her veins.