walk or to ride, therefore flight was out of the question. Ally proposed that Mulock should oversee his gang for a time, while he remained about home, and kept watch over her. None of the negroes could be induced to whip her in his presence; and if Dawsey or any other white man attempted it, he was free-he would meet them with their own weapons. Mulock agreed to this, and the next day went to the swamp.

Learning of his presence on the plantation, the mistress sent for him, and, by means of a paltry bribe, induced him to reveal all! Selma thought he loved Phyllis as much as his brutal nature was capable of loving, and that he betrayed her to save her mother from further ill usage.

The next morning, four strong men entered Ally's cabin before he had left his bed, bound him hand and foot, and dragged Phyllis away, to be again whipped for having refused to betray Selma. Unable to stand, she was tied to a stake, and unmercifully beaten. Weak from the effects of the previous whipping, and crushed in spirit by anxiety for her child, nature could no longer sustain her. A fever set in, and, at the end of a week, she died.

Selma was told of their relation to each other. The nurse, so devotedly attached to her, and whom she had so long loved, was her own mother! She learned this only in time to see her die, and to hear her last blessing.

Then Selma experienced all the bitterness of slavery. She was set to work in the kitchen with the other slaves. It seemed that Mrs Preston took especial delight in assigning to the naturally high-spirited and sensitive girl the most menial employments. Patiently trusting in God that He would send deliverance, she endeavoured to perform, uncomplainingly, her allotted tasks. Wholly unaccustomed to such work, weary in body and sick at heart, she dragged herself about from day to day, till at last Mrs Preston, disgusted with her "laziness," as she termed it, directed her to be taken to the quarters and beaten with fifty lashes!

Ally had been ordered away by the mistress, and that morning had gone to Trenton to consult the administrator, and get his permission to stay on the plantation. That gentleman-a kind-hearted, upright man-not only told him he could remain, but gave him a written order to take and keep Selma in his custody.

He returned at night to find she had been whipped. His blood boiling with rage, he entered the mansion, and demanded to see her. Mrs Preston declined. He then gave

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She tore it into frag

her the order of the administrator. ments, and bade him leave the house. He refused to go without Selma, and quietly seated himself on the sofa. Mrs Preston then called in ten or twelve of the field hands, and told them to eject him. They either would not or dared not do it; and, without more delay, he proceeded to search for Selma. At last he found her apartment. He burst open the door, and saw her lying on a low, miserable bed, writhing in agony from her wounds. Throwing a blanket over her, he lifted her in his arms, and carried her to his cabin. Dinah carefully attended her, and that night she thanked God, and-slept.

The next morning, before the sun was fully up, Dawsey and three other white men, heavily armed, came to the cabin, and demanded admittance. Ally refused, and barricaded the door. They finally stealthily effected an entrance through a window in the kitchen, and, breaking down the communication with the "living room," in which apartment the mulatto man and his mother were, they rushed in upon them. Ally, the previous day, had procured a couple of revolvers at Trenton, and Dinah and he, planting themselves before the door of old Deborah's room, in which Selma was sleeping, pointed the weapons at the intruders. The assailants paused, when Dawsey shouted out, "Are you afraid of two d- -d niggers—and one a woman!" Aiming his pistol at Ally, he fired. The ball struck the negro's left arm. Discharging two or three barrels at them, the old woman and her son then rushed upon the white men, and they FLED! all but one-he remained; for Dinah caught him in a loving embrace, and pummelled him until he might have been mistaken for calves-foot jelly..

Ally then sent a messenger to the administrator, who rode over in the afternoon, and took Selma to his own house. There she remained till her brother reached the plantationthree days before my arrival.

As soon as she was safely at Trenton, Selma wrote to her friends, mailing the letters at that post-office. She received no answers. Again and again she wrote; the administrator also wrote, but still no replies came. At last Ally suggested mailing the letters at Newbern, and rode down with one to Joe, one to Alice, and one to Kate.

Her brother came on at once. In the first ebullition of his anger he ejected his stepmother from the mansion. She went to Dawsey's, and, the next day, appeared at the sale with that gentleman; and then announced that for two months she had been the woman-whipper's wife.

Dawsey had bought the plantation, and most of the furniture, the day before, and had said he intended to buy all of the "prime" negroes.

As Selma concluded, Joe quietly remarked

"He'll be disappointed in that. I allowed him the plantation and furniture, because I've no use for them; but I made him pay more than they are worth. The avails will help me through with father's debts; but not a single hand shall go into his clutches. I shall buy them myself."

"What will you do with them?"

I shall put

"I have bought a plantation near Mobile. them upon it. with Selly."

Joe will manage them, and I'll live there

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"You 're a splendid fellow, Joe. woman should profane your father's 'Oh! there's no danger of that. apartments' for her elsewhere." "What do you mean?

But it seems a pity that house."

I've engaged 'furnished

He has a warrant against When she comes here in the

"The sheriff is asleep up stairs. her for the murder of Phyllis. morning it will be served!"

CHAPTER XXVI.

THE NEGRO SALE.

THE next morning I rose early, and strolled out to the negro quarters. At the distance of about a hundred yards from the mansion, the sun was touching the tops of about thirty canvas camps, and, near them, large numbers of horses, "all saddled and bridled," were picketed among the trees. Some dozens of "natives" were littered around, asleep on the ground; and here and there a barelegged, barefooted woman was lying beside a man on a spring" mattrass, of the kind that is supposed to have been patented in Paradise.

It was a beautiful morning in May, and one would have thought, from the appearance of the motley collection, that the whole people had "come up to worship the Lord in their tents," after the manner of the Israelites. The rich planter, the small farmer, the "white trash "--all classes, had gathered to the negro sale, like crows to a feast of

carrion.

A few half-awake, half-sober, russet-clad, bewhiskered "gentry," were lighting fires under huge iron pots; but the larger, portion of the "congregation" was still wrapped in slumber.

Passing them, I knocked at the door of Ally's cabin. The family was already astir, and the various members gave me a greeting that cannot be bought now anywhere with a handful of "greenbacks." Boss Joe, Aggy, and old Deborah had arrived, and were quartered with Ally.

“An' 'ou wusn't a gwine ter leff massa Preston's own chile be sole widout bein' yere; wus 'ou, massa Kirke?" cried Dinah, her face beaming all over with pleasurable emotion.

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"No, Dinah; and I've come here so early to tell you how much I think of you. A woman that can handle four white men as you did is fit to head an army."

I could

"Lor' bress 'ou, massa! dat wusn't nuffin'. handle a whole meetin'-house full ob sech as dem." "Joe, you know your master's plans, I suppose?" "Yes, massa Kirke; he mean ter buy all de folks." "But can he raise money enough for the whole?" "I reckon so. Massa Joe got a heap."

I'se

"But don't you want to borrow some to help out your pile?" "I'se 'bliged ter you, sar; but I reckon I doan't. got nigh on ter free thousan', an' nary one 'll pay more 'n dat fur a ole man an' two ole wimmin."

"I hope not."

I remained there for a half-hour, and then strolled back to the mansion. On the lawn, at the side of the house, was the auction block-the carpenter's bench which had officiated at Ally's wedding. It was approached by a flight of steps, and at one end was the salesman's stand—a high stool, in front of which was a small portable desk supported on stakes driven into the ground. Near the block was a booth fitted up for the special accommodation of thirsty buyers. The proprietor was just opening his own and his establishment's peepers, and I looked in upon him. His red, bloated visage seemed familiar to me. Perceiving me, he said

"How is ye, stranger? Hev a eye-opener?"

"I reckon not, old fellow; but I ought to know you. Your name is Tom."

'Thomas, stranger; but Tom, fur short."

'Well, Thomas, I thought you had taken your last drink. I saw your store was closed as I came along.'

"Yas; th' durned 'ristocrats driv me out uv thet nigh a yar ago.

"And where are you now?"

Up ter Trenton. I'm doin' right smart thar. Me an' Mulock-that used ter b'long yere-is in partenship. But whar might ye hev seed me, stranger?"

"At your store over ten years since. I bought a woman. there. You were having a turkey match at the time."

"Oh, yas! I 'call ye now. An' th' pore gal's dead! Thet d- -d Yankee 'ooman shud pull hemp fur thet."

"Yes; but the devil seldom gets his due in this world. "Thet ar's a fact, stranger. Come, hev a drink; I woan't ax ye a red."

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'No, excuse me, Tom; it's before breakfast;" and walking off, I entered the mansion.

Shortly after breakfast the people from the neighbouring plantations began to gather to the sale, and by the hour appointed for it to commence, about five hundred men and women had collected on the ground. Some were on horseback, some in carriages, but the majority were seated on the grass, or on benches improvised for the occasion.

A few minutes before the "exercises" commenced, the negroes were marched upon the lawn. No seats had been provided for them, and they huddled together inside a small area staked off for their reception. They were of all colours and ages. Husbands and wives, parents and children, grandparents and grandchildren, aunts, uncles, and cousins, gathered in little family groups, and breathlessly awaiting the stroke of the hammer which was to decide their destiny. They were all clad in their Sunday clothes, and looked clean and tidy; but on every face except Joe's was depicted an ill-defined feeling of dread and consternation. Husbands held their wives in their arms, and mothers hugged their children to their bosoms, as if they might soon part for ever; but when old Joe passed among them, saying a low word to this one and the other, their cloudy visages brightened, and a heavy load seemed to roll off their hearts. Joe was as radiant as a summer morning, and walked about with a quiet dignity and unconcern that might have led one to think him the owner of the entire "invoice of chattels."

As the auctioneer-a spruce importation from Newbernmounted the bench, a splendid carriage, drawn by two magnificent grays, and driven by a darky in livery, made its