These latter cruelties were witnessed by me in a Spanish colony, in I saw his father tremble at a mere glance from his master's eye. Naked head, for having handed me a glass of water not quite clean Struck thrice with a horse-whip (before I could interfere) on his I have seen a little boy, six or seven years old, Reviled, beaten, and persecuted enough to break the spirit of the I have stayed inĪ house where a young household mulatto, daily and hourly, was Screws to crush the fingers of her female slaves. Near Rio de Janeiro I lived opposite to an old lady, who kept Slave, for I was told that this was the case in another instance. I suspected that these moans were from a tortured Pitiable moans, and could not but suspect that some poor slave wasīeing tortured, yet knew that I was as powerless as a child even to Hear a distant scream, it recalls with painful vividness myįeelings, when passing a house near Pernambuco, I heard the most God, I shall never again visit a slave-country. On the 19th of August we finally left the shores of Brazil. I feel glad that this happened in the land of theīrazilians, for I bear them no good will-a land also of slavery, Their gardens to an uncultivated hill, for the purpose of viewing Obtained with difficulty from a third, permission to pass through Was refused in a sullen manner at two different houses, and ![]() ![]() Years' wandering, namely, having met with a want of politeness I Commemorate what happened for the first time during our nearly five
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