It does not feel for man.'

"The natural bond of brotherhood is severed as flax that falls asunder
at the touch of fire. Let the lot of bitter poverty be mine, and the
hand of man blight every hope of earthly enjoyment, and I would prefer
it to the condition of any man who lives at ease, and shares in every
fancied pleasure, that the toil, the sweat, and blood of slaves can
procure. Alas for the tyrant slave-holder when God shall make his
award to his poor, oppressed, and despised children, and to those who
seek a transient and yet delusive means of present happiness by
trampling his fellow and brother in the dust, and appropriating the
soul and body of his own crushed victim to the gratification of his
depraved appetites and passions. I would rather enter the gloomy cell
of your friend Fairbanks, and spend every hour of this brief existence
in all the bitterness that the hand of tyrants can inflict, than live
in all pomp and splendor that the unpaid toil of slaves could lavish
upon man. Yours, etc.,

"July 27th, 1860. R.B. REXFORD."

Our blacksmith, whom we called Charles Williams, proved to be an
honest and industrious man.

We solicited over seventy dollars for a poor woman by the name of
Jackson, from Marseilles, Kentucky, who had bought herself by washing
and ironing of nights, after her mistress's work was done. During
seven long years she did not allow herself to undress except to
change. Her sleep was little naps over her ironing board. Seven years
of night work brought the money that procured her freedom. She had a
son and daughter nearly grow up, and to purchase their freedom she was