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that unfortunate piece of merchandise before enumerated-“John, aged thirty,” and with sobs and tears bemoaned him as her husband. But what needs tell the story, told too oft,- every day told,- of heart-strings rent and broken,- the weak broken and torn for the profit and convenience of the strong! It needs not to be told;- every day is telling it,- telling it, too, in the ear of One who is not deaf, though he be long silent. The young man who had spoken for the cause of humanity and God before, stood with folded arms, looking on this scene. He turned, and Haley was standing at his side. “My friend,” he said speaking with thick utterance, “how can you, how dare you carry on a trade like this? Look at those poor creatures! Here I am, rejoicing in my heart that I am going home to my wife and child; and the same bell which is a signal to carry me onward towards them will part this poor man and his wife forever. Depend upon it, God will bring you into judgment for this.” The trader turned away in silence. “I say, now,” said the drover, touching his elbow, “there’s differences in par- sons, an’t there? ‘Cussed be Canaan’ don’t seem to go down with this ‘un, does it?” Haley gave an uneasy growl. “And that ar an’t the worst on’t,” said John; “mabbe it won’t go down with the Lord, neither, when ye come to settle with him, one o’ these days, as all on us must, I reckon.” |
