o myself, "but that I may now make one new friend for the slave?"
"A warm day," said I.
"Yes, sir," said he, a little impatiently, I thought, The sun was very
hot, an August morning, no air stirring, well suited to make one think
of toil and woe under our Southern skies.
"Have you ever been at the South?" said I, wiping my forehead.
"No, sir," said he, picking out a knot in the snapper of his whip,
evidently to hide his embarrassment while waiting to know the drift of
my question. The sight of his whip kindled in my soul new zeal for the
poor slaves, knowing as I did how many of them were at that moment
skipping in their tortures and striving to flee from the piercing lash.
"Your toil in the hot sun with your load, my dear sir," said I, "is well
fitted to impress you with the thought of the miseries under which four
millions of your fellow-men are every day groaning in our Southern
country. I make no doubt that you are grateful for the blessings of
freedom which we enjoy here at the North. I wish to ask whether you are
doing anything against oppression; whether you belong to any Association
whose object is"--
"What on airth did you stop me for," said he, quite impatiently, and
yet with a lingering gleam of respect, and with some hesitancy at any
further rudeness of speech.
"My dear sir," said I, "four millions of Southern slaves are this very
hour groaning under sorrows which no tongue"--
"You"--(he hesitated a moment, and surveyed me from head to foot, and
then broke out,)--"putty-headed, white-birch-looking, nateral--stoppin'
a load right near the crown of a hill, no gully in the road, such a day
as this, and--'Ged ehp,'"--said he to his horses, as the stones under
the wheels that moment began to give way; and then he drew his lash
through one hand, with a most angry look. I really thought that I should
have to feel that lash. The thought instantly nerved me:--I'll bear it!
it's for the slave; let me remember them, I might have added, that are
whipped as whipped wi
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Reverend Nehemiah Adams (born February 19, 1806; died October 6, 1878) was an American clergyman and writer. He was born in Salem, Massachusetts, in 1806 to Nehemiah Adams and Mehitabel Torrey Adams. He graduated from Harvard University in 1826, and from Andover Theological Seminary in 1829. He was ordained as co-pastor of First Congregational Church in Cambridge, Massachusetts, that same year. In 1832, he married Martha Hooper.
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Joanna Baillie (September 11, 1762February 23, 1851) was a Scottish poet and dramatist. Baillie was very well-known during her lifetime and, though a woman, intended her plays not for the closet but for the stage. Admired both for her literary powers and her sweetness of disposition, her cottage at Hampstead was the centre of a brilliant literary society. Baillie died at the age of 88, her faculties remaining unimpaired to the last.