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d when the posts were placed upright in the holes, a slave was made to descend into each of them, and as I looked in, I saw them clinging t .
the most agonising tortures; and yet these savages, disdaining such an example, merely shot their prisoners, killing them without inflictin .
elieve; not very well trained, indeed, or it would not be necessary to have so many. At any rate, they can wash, whatever else they can do. .
it would be wiser to endeavour to capture one of the fishing-boats he had seen. Muffling our oars, therefore, in dead silence we pulled out .
n of diseases with which his whole life was tormented, of the still keener afflictions of a mind whose entire outlook upon life and nature .
, did not allude to any plan for escaping, lest we should be overheard. At last several stout negroes entered the hut, and while some of th .
. So, as he could neither walk nor ride, he deposited his portly and withal somewhat gouty person in a coach-and-six, and set forth upon hi .
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en without stopping to knock. "I'm back, Mother," he cried, as if that were all the joyful explanation needed. She was struggling with the .
r a gentleman by education, whatever he had now become, and he at once got the name forward of "Gentleman Ned." I asked him his name the da .
ed him! Well, John, such a man as you are!" "Jane, I don't ever rightly know what kind of a man I might be, suppose hunger was cruel on me, .
d, all told, eighty hands. I found two or three old shipmates aboard her, but no one whom I could call a friend. We reached the coast witho .
n then with great edification, to see his fingers deliberately dipped in the same bowl and dried on the same napkin; for very well Eleanor .
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ryland farmer--known to his neighbours as a demure, somewhat eccentric, son of the soil. Three of his sons, true to the vow, were with him. .
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