The narrative of John Doy, of Lawrence, Kansas ...: Printed for the author.

ONE DOLLAR PER POUND.
trader, what he was going to do with that brat. " Di d
if I know," was the reply. "I'm bothered to know what
to do with it."
"We can't take it in the wagons and have it squalling
all the way."
"IHere," said the owner to an inhabitant of Platte City,
who just then came in with a boy for sale, "don't you
want this thing? You may have it for twenty-five dollars.
D-n it," he continued, snatching the babe from its
mother's arms by the shoulder and hefting it, "it weighs
twenty-five pounds I Will you take it?"
"Yes."
"Take it now."
And the child was carried off amid the heart-rending
shrieks and pleadings of the agonized mother.
The handcuffs represented on next page, I still havethey are a pair which I saw broken from the wrists of
a young man in the hall. He was quite light in color, and
appeared to be very sensitive and wretched. I saw the
handcuffs broken between two stones and thrown out of
the jail, and when I had an opportunity, told a small boy
that was in for sale to fetch them to me before the door
was closed, and I would give him a quarter. He did so,
and, after we were shut up for the night, I set him to find
and bring the man from whom they had been taken. IHe
came, weeping and sobbing, and I asked him why his
handcuffs had been broken and not unlocked, as usual.
iHe said: "When I was sold, after my master had got
the nine hundred dollars, he told the trader to bind me him.
self, as he would not, and handed him the irons. The
trader found me and snapped them on. When we got here
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