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						 SECRETS OF THE 
						PRISON-HOUSE 
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						A CORRESPONDENT of the Lowell 
						Courier writes from Charleston, South Carolina, as 
						follows: - 
						     "Since I have 
						been here, I have visited what is called the workhouse, 
						but, more properly speaking, slave-prison.  Here 
						are deposited for safe keeping those that are brought to 
						market for sale; also, those that have run away and are 
						brought here to be punished - some are put to breaking 
						stones, others on the tread-mill.  When I was in, 
						there were three men and one woman on the wheel, and a 
						driver standing by, with whip in hand; this wheel is 
						attached to mill-stones, and in this way they grind 
						their hominy.  In a room in the building is the 
						whipping apparatus - while I was examining this, there 
						was a boy brought in by his master to be whipped.  
						It appears to be the custom here when slaves are to be 
						punished, to bring them to this place, for which they 
						pay one dollar.   The boy was stripped naked, 
						his feet fastened to the floor, his hands placed in a 
						rope overhead, and then drawn straight by means of 
						blocks, then a cap drawn over his head and face.  
						The boy, I should think, was not over 13 years of age.  
						He was whipped very hard - the skin flying at every 
						blow.  After he was let down and had gone out, 
						I asked his master what he had been doing?  He said 
						he had run away the day before, and gone to the races.  
						I thought it rather severe, considering how popular 
						races are here.  I was told that quite a number had 
						been brought there that day, to be punished for the same 
						offence." 
						     "We were 
						taken from Vicksburgh to New Orleans, where we were to 
						be sold at any rate.  We were taken to a trader's 
						yard, in a slave prison in the corner of St. Joseph 
						Street.  This was a common resort for 
						slave-traders, and planters who wanted to buy slaves; 
						and all classes of slaves were kept there for sale, to 
						be sold in private or public-young or old, males or 
						females, children or parents, husbands or wives. 
     "Every day, at two o'clock, they were exposed for sale.  
						They had to be in time for showing themselves to the 
						public for sale.  Every one's head had to be 
						combed, and their faces washed; and those who were 
						inclined to look dark and rough, were compelled to wash 
						in greasy dish-water, to make them looks sleek and 
						lively. 
     "When spectators would come into the yard, the slaves 
						were ordered out to form a line.  They were made to 
						stand up straight, and look as sprightly as they could; 
						and when they were asked a question, they had to answer 
						it as promptly as they could, and try to induce the 
						spectators to buy them.  If they failed to do this, 
						they were severely paddled after the spectators were 
						gone.  The object for using the paddle in the place 
						of the lash, was to conceal the marks which would be 
						made by the flogging.  And the object for flogging 
						under such circumstances is to make the slaves anxious 
						to be sold." - Narrative of Henry Bibb, published at 
						New York, 1849. 
     It is difficult for any one who feels and reasons 
						rightly, to dwell on the peculiar enormities of American 
						slavery, without the utmost indignation being excited, 
						that such horrible indignities should be perpetrated. 
     Slavery in the nineteenth century - in the bosom of a 
						Christian country - in the full blaze of constitutional 
						theory, historic tradition, and republican light, is an 
						anomaly, an a horror which has no precedent in the 
						universe, and to which nothing can reconcile a thinking 
						and  a feeling man. 
     Man held as a thing, and sold with as little concern, 
						and often in the same lot as a Berkshire sow, or a 
						Sussex boar!  This is the indignity put upon our 
						kind - an outrage committed on the world's liberty, 
						which no sophistry can disguise, no expediency can 
						palliate, and no language can hold up to sufficient 
						execration. 
						 
						Leeds Anti-slavery 
						Series. No. 24. 
						Sold by W. and F. G. CASH, 5, 
						Bishopsgate Street, London; and by JANE JOWETT, Friends' 
						Meeting Yard, Leeds, at 1s. 2. per 100. 
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