In a few days we reached New Orleans, and arriving there in the night, remained on board until morning.

While at New Orleans this time, I saw a slave killed; an account of which has been published by Theodore D.Weld, in his book entitled, "Slavery as it is." The circumstances were as follows.

In the evening, between seven and eight o'clock, a slave came running down the levee, followed by several men and boys.

The whites were crying out, "Stop that nigger; stop that nigger;" while the poor panting slave, in almost breathless accents, was repeating, "I did not steal the meat--I did not steal the meat." The poor man at last took refuge in the river.

The whites who were in pursuit of him, run on board of one of the boats to see if they could discover him.