ete fanatic, or plays his part most
admirably. On other subjects he possesses an uncommon share of
intelligence, with a mind capable of attaining any thing; but warped and
perverted by the influence of early impressions. He is below the
ordinary stature, though strong and active, having the true negro face,
every feature of which is strongly marked. I shall not attempt to
describe the effect of his narrative, as told and commented on by
himself, in the condemned hole of the prison. The calm, deliberate
composure with which he spoke of his late deeds and intentions, the
expression of his fiend-like face when excited by enthusiasm, still
bearing the stains of the blood of helpless innocence about him; clothed
with rags and covered with chains; yet daring to raise his manacled
hands to heaven, with a spirit soaring above the attributes of man; I
looked on him and my blood curdled in my veins.

I will not shock the feelings of humanity, nor wound afresh the bosoms
of the disconsolate sufferers in this unparalleled and inhuman massacre,
by detailing the deeds of their fiend-like barbarity. There were two or
three who were in the power of these wretches, had they known it, and
who escaped in the most providential manner. There were two whom they
thought they left dead on the field at Mr. Parker's, but who were only
stunned by the blows of their guns, as they did not take time to re-load
when they charged on them. The escape of a little girl who went to
school at Mr. Waller's, and where the children were collecting for that
purpose, excited general sympathy. As their teacher had not arrived,
they were at play in the yard, and seeing the negroes approach, she ran
up on a dirt chimney, (such as are common to log houses,) and remained
there unnoticed during the massacre of the eleven that were killed at
this place. She remained on her hiding place till just before the
arrival of a party, who were in pursuit of the murderers, when she came
down and fled to a swamp, where, a mere child as she was, with the
horrors of the late scene before her, she lay concealed until the next
day, when seeing a party go up to the house, she came up, and on being
asked how she escaped, replied with the utmost simplicity, "The Lord
helped her." She was taken up behind a gentleman of the party, and
returned to the arms of her weeping mother. Miss Whitehead concealed
herself between the bed and the mat that supported it, while they
murdered her sister