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We
were
all
stowed
away
in
the
hold
at
night
,
and
the
hatch
barred
down
.
We
laid
on
boxes
,
or
where-ever
there
was
room
enough
to
stretch
our
blankets
on
the
floor
.
Burch
accompanied
us
no
farther
than
Richmond
,
returning
from
that
point
to
the
capital
with
Clem
.
Not
until
the
lapse
of
almost
twelve
years
,
to
wit
,
in
January
last
,
in
the
Washington
police
office
,
did
I
set
my
eyes
upon
his
face
again
.
James
H.
Burch
was
a
slave-trader
--
buying
men
,
women
and
children
at
low
prices
,
and
selling
them
at
an
advance
.
He
was
a
speculator
in
human
flesh
--
a
disreputable
calling
--
and
so
considered
at
the
South
.
For
the
present
he
disappears
from
the
scenes
recorded
in
this
narrative
,
but
he
will
appear
again
before
its
close
,
not
in
the
character
of
a
man-whipping
tyrant
,
but
as
an
arrested
,
cringing
criminal
in
a
court
of
law
,
that
failed
to
do
him
justice
.
After
we
were
all
on
board
,
the
brig
Orleans
proceeded
down
James
River
.
Passing
into
Chesapeake
Bay
,
we
arrived
next
day
opposite
the
city
of
Norfolk
.
While
lying
at
anchor
,
a
lighter
approached
us
from
the
town
,
bringing
four
more
slaves
.
Frederick
,
a
boy
of
eighteen
,
had
been
born
a
slave
,
as
also
had
Henry
,
who
was
some
years
older
.
They
had
both
been
house
servants
in
the
city
.
Maria
was
a
rather
genteel
looking
colored
girl
,
with
a
faultless
form
,
but
ignorant
and
extremely
vain
.
The
idea
of
going
to
New-Orleans
was
pleasing
to
her
.
She
entertained
an
extravagantly
high
opinion
of
her
own
attractions
.
Assuming
a
haughty
mien
,
she
declared
to
her
companions
,
that
immediately
on
our
arrival
in
New-Orleans
,
she
had
no
doubt
,
some
wealthy
single
gentleman
of
good
taste
would
purchase
her
at
once
!
But
the
most
prominent
of
the
four
,
was
a
man
named
Arthur
.
As
the
lighter
approached
,
he
struggled
stoutly
with
his
keepers
.
It
was
with
main
force
that
he
was
dragged
aboard
the
brig.
He
protested
,
in
a
loud
voice
,
against
the
treatment
he
was
receiving
,
and
demanded
to
be
released
.
His
face
was
swollen
,
and
covered
with
wounds
and
bruises
,
and
,
indeed
,
one
side
of
it
was
a
complete
raw
sore
.
He
was
forced
,
with
all
haste
,
down
the
hatchway
into
the
hold
.
I
caught
an
outline
of
his
story
as
he
was
borne
struggling
along
,
of
which
he
afterwards
gave
me
a
more
full
relation
,
and
it
was
as
follows
:
He
had
long
resided
in
the
city
of
Norfolk
,
and
was
a
free
man
.
He
had
a
family
living
there
,
and
was
a
mason
by
trade
.
Having
been
unusually
detained
,
he
was
returning
late
one
night
to
his
house
in
the
suburbs
of
the
city
,
when
he
was
attacked
by
a
gang
of
persons
in
an
unfrequented
street
.
He
fought
until
his
strength
failed
him
.
Overpowered
at
last
,
he
was
gagged
and
bound
with
ropes
,
and
beaten
,
until
he
became
insensible
.
For
several
days
they
secreted
him
in
the
slave
pen
at
Norfolk
--
a
very
common
establishment
,
it
appears
,
in
the
cities
of
the
South
.
The
night
before
,
he
had
been
taken
out
and
put
on
board
the
lighter
,
which
,
pushing
out
from
shore
,
had
awaited
our
arrival
.
For
some
time
he
continued
his
protestations
,
and
was
altogether
irreconcilable
.
At
length
,
however
,
he
became
silent
.
He
sank
into
a
gloomy
and
thoughtful
mood
,
and
appeared
to
be
counseling
with
himself
.
There
was
in
the
man
's
determined
face
,
something
that
suggested
the
thought
of
desperation
.
After
leaving
Norfolk
the
hand-cuffs
were
taken
off
,
and
during
the
day
we
were
allowed
to
remain
on
deck
.
The
captain
selected
Robert
as
his
waiter
,
and
I
was
appointed
to
superintend
the
cooking
department
,
and
the
distribution
of
food
and
water
.
I
had
three
assistants
,
Jim
,
Cuffee
and
Jenny
.
Jenny
's
business
was
to
prepare
the
coffee
,
which
consisted
of
corn
meal
scorched
in
a
kettle
,
boiled
and
sweetened
with
molasses
.
Jim
and
Cuffee
baked
the
hoe-cake
and
boiled
the
bacon
.
Standing
by
a
table
,
formed
of
a
wide
board
resting
on
the
heads
of
the
barrels
,
I
cut
and
handed
to
each
a
slice
of
meat
and
a
"
dodger
"
of
the
bread
,
and
from
Jenny
's
kettle
also
dipped
out
for
each
a
cup
of
the
coffee
.
The
use
of
plates
was
dispensed
with
,
and
their
sable
fingers
took
the
place
of
knives
and
forks
.
Jim
and
Cuffee
were
very
demure
and
attentive
to
business
,
somewhat
inflated
with
their
situation
as
second
cooks
,
and
without
doubt
feeling
that
there
was
a
great
responsibility
resting
on
them
.
I
was
called
steward
--
a
name
given
me
by
the
captain
.
The
slaves
were
fed
twice
a
day
,
at
ten
and
five
o'clock
--
always
receiving
the
same
kind
and
quantity
of
fare
,
and
in
the
same
manner
as
above
described
.
At
night
we
were
driven
into
the
hold
,
and
securely
fastened
down
.
