She was not in chains.

The man who claimed this article of human merchandize was a Mr.Walker,--a well known slave-trader, residing in St.Louis.There was a general anxiety among the passengers and crew to learn the history of the girl.

Her master kept close by her side, and it would have been considered impudent for any of the passengers to have spoken to her, and the crew were not allowed to have any conversation with them.

When we reached St.Louis, the slaves were removed to a boat bound for New Orleans, and the history of the beautiful slave-girl remained a mystery.
I remained on the boat during the season, and it was not an unfrequent occurrence to have on board gangs of slaves on their way to the cotton, sugar and rice plantations of the South.
Toward the latter part of the summer, Captain Reynolds left the boat, and I was sent home.

I was then placed on the farm under Mr.Haskell, the overseer.