We then discovered that the inhabitants of the depopulated village had all of them passed us, and that the part of the train, to which we were now opposite, was a numerous body of kidnapped people.

Here we indulged our imagination.

We thought we beheld in one of them a father, in another an husband, and in another a son, each of whom was forced from his various and tender connections, and without even the opportunity of bidding them adieu.
While we were engaged in these and other melancholy reflections, the whole body of slaves had entirely passed us.

We turned almost insensibly to look at them again, when we discovered an unhappy man at the end of the train, who could scarcely keep pace with the rest.

His feet seemed to have suffered much from long and constant travelling, for he was limping painfully along.
"This man," resumes the African.