There's such an
infernal imperfect state of things as these abolitionists are
getting every thing into, behooves us to watch the communications
which are going on between, designing people and our slaves. We are
a hospitable people--the world knows that--and have a religious
respect for our laws, which we enforce without respect to persons.
We'd like to let you go about the city, but then it's 'contrary to
law.' Make up your mind, my good fellow, that you are among humane
people, who will seek to benefit you among men of your class. Make
yourself happy--and look upon me as a friend, and you will never be
deceived. I control the jail, and my prisoners are as much attached
to me as they would be to a father."
"It must be humanity that puts these symbols of ignominy upon my
hands," said Manuel; "that confines me in a dungeon lest I should
breathe a word of liberty to ears that know it only as a fable."
Nobody had asked him to sit down, and, feeling the effect of his
sickness and fatigue, he turned around as if to look for something
to rest against. "You must not sit down,--take off your hat!" said
Grimshaw.
The poor fellow made an effort, but could not effect it with the
fetters on his hands; at which, Dunn stepped up, and snatching it
from his head, flung it upon the floor. "You should learn manners,
my good fellow," said Grimshaw, "when you come into a sheriff's
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