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Clotelle; Or, The Colored Heroine, a tale of the Southern States; Or, The President's Daughter

Chapter 5 THE SLAVE-MARKET.

Word Count: 871    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

th bits of glass, and so constructed as to prevent even the possibility of any one's passing over it without sustaining great injury. Many of the rooms in this building resembl

are rows of benches and swings. Attached to the back premises is a good-sized kitchen, where, at the time of which we write, two old

and dejected look told how many sad hours she had passed since parting with her mother at Natchez. There, too, was a poor woman who had been separated from her husband; and another woman, whose looks and manners were expressive of deep anguish,

such a manner as to shock the feelings of any one

ed man, with a white hat set on one side of his head and a c

left my m

with a better man than you left. I'v

r will have another ma

of a tall negro who stood with his arms fold

is Aaro

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ever whi

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years

a good a

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eat your

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you employed

de tobac

obacco fi

s,

id you say

, nex' sweet-'tat

d fifty pounds a day, and the women one hundred and forty pounds; and those who fail to perform their task rece

sar, but I 'spe

ou live with yo

years

three. I thought you told me

He had forgotten the lesson given him by Pompey relative to his age; and the planter's circu

know how much you have been whi

thought that his services were now required, and, stepp

ants to 'zamin you. Cum, unharness yo's

d "sound;" yet the conflicting stateme

arried, and wanted a maid-servant for his wife, and, passing through the market in the early part of the day, was pleased with the young slav

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