t again take such a liberty with any person. You see for yourself what an
Abolitionist is. I wish those poor runaways had had some such experience,
it would have saved them from the trouble they are now in."

"Yes, indeed, master. I've been down thar agin, to-day. I went right early;
thar's an ole woman thar that tried to run away. She's gwine too, and she
leaves her husband here. She aint a cryin, though, her heart's too full for
tears. Oh! master," said Bacchus, sighing deeply, "I think if you'd seed
her, you'd do more than the Abolitioners."

* * * * *

In the afternoon Mr. Weston usually walked out. He did not dine with the
ladies at their late hour, as his complaint, dyspepsia, made it necessary
for him to live lightly and regularly. Bacchus attended him in his walks,
and many a person turned back to look upon the fine-looking old gentleman
with his gold-headed cane, and his servant, whose appearance was as
agreeable as his own. Bacchus was constantly on the lookout for his master,
but he managed to see all that was going on too, and to make many
criticisms on the appearance and conduct of those he met in his rambles.

Bacchus followed his master, and found that he was wending his steps to the
place where the arrested runaways were confined. This was very agreeable to
him, for his heart was quite softened towards the poor prisoners, and he
had an idea that his master's very presence might carry a blessing with
it. "Bacchus," said Mr. Weston, as they were going in, "you need not point
out the servants to me. I will observe for myself, and I do not wish to be
conspicuous."

There were a great many lounging about, and looking round there. Some were
considering the scene as merely curious; some were blaming the slaves; some
their masters, some the Abolitionists. There was confusion and constant
going in and out. But though the countenances of the runaways expressed
different emotions, it was evident that one feeling had settled in each
breast, and that was, there was no hope that any thing would occur to
relieve them from their undesirable position.

Mr. Weston easily recognized Simon, from Bacchus's description. He had a
boyish expression of disappointment and irritation on his countenance, and
had evidently been recently weeping. There were several men, one or two of
them with bad faces, and one, a light mulatto, had a fine open countenance,
and appeared to be making an effort not t