The tears that stood in her mild blue eyes showed that she was brooding over sorrows and wrongs that filled her bleeding heart.
The hearts of the passers-by grew softer, while gazing upon that young mother as she pressed sweet kisses on the sad, smiling lips of the infant that lay in her lap.

The small, dimpled hands of the innocent creature were slyly hid in the warm bosom on which the little one nestled.

The blood of some proud Southerner, no doubt, flowed through the veins of that child.
When the boat arrived at Natches, a rather good-looking, genteel-appearing man came on board to purchase a servant.

This individual introduced himself to Jennings as the Rev.James Wilson.

The slave-trader conducted the preacher to the deck-cabin, where he kept his slaves, and the man of God, after having some questions answered, selected Agnes as the one best suited to his service.
It seemed as if poor Marion's heart would break when she found that she was to be separated from her mother.