"Those whips," said she, inquiringly,--"they have rather interfered with my peace.

Any of the colored people been doing wrong ?" He hesitated, and kept on fixing his harness, till, finally, he turned round,--for he had been standing with his back to her and, as she supposed, to hide his chagrin at being questioned on so trying a subject.

"Truth is, Madam," said he, taking a large piece of tobacco and a knife from his pocket, and helping himself slowly,--"truth is, we have so much of this work to do, we have to begin early.

Sorry it disturbed you;" and he gathered up the reins and drove off.
The whips kept up their racket.

"Here," said she to herself, "is the house of Bondage.