To bury a good hide, is, waste--waste is wicked.

There are more good hides buried in the States, black and white, every year, than would pay the poor-rates and state-taxes.

They make excellent huntin'-coats, and would make beautiful razor-straps, bindin' for books, and such like things; it would make a noble export.

Tannin' in hemlock bark cures the horrid nigger flavour.
But then, we hante arrived at that state of philosophy; and when it is confined to one class of the human family, it would be dangerous.
The skin of a crippled slave might be worth more than the critter was himself; and I make no doubt, we should soon hear of a stray nigger being shot for his hide, as you do of a moose for his skin, and a bear for his fur.
"Indeed, that is the reason (though I shouldn't mention it as an Attache), that our government won't now concur to suppress the slave trade.

They say the prisoners will all be murdered, and their peels sold; and that vessels, instead of taking, in at Africa a cargo of humans, will take in a cargo of hides, as they do to South America.