The woman tried to keep the child from crying, but could not.

We put up at night with an acquaintance of Mr.Walker, and in the morning, just as we were about to start, the child again commenced crying.

Walker stepped up to her, and told her to give the child to him.

The mother tremblingly obeyed.

He took the child by one arm, as you would a cat by the leg, walked into the house, and said to the lady, "Madam, I will make you a present of this little nigger; it keeps such a noise that I can't bear it." "Thank you, sir," said the lady.
The mother, as soon as she saw that her child was to be left, ran up to Mr.Walker, and falling upon her knees begged him to let her have her child; she clung around his legs, and cried, "Oh, my child! my child! master, do let me have my child! oh, do, do, do.