During the whole time, I did not see more than six or seven persons around it, who, from their manner, evidently regarded it as no uncommon occurrence.
During our stay in the city, I met with a young white man with whom I was well acquainted in St.Louis.He had been sold into slavery, under the following circumstances.

His father was a drunkard, and very poor, with a family of five or six children.

The father died, and left the mother to take care of and provide for the children as best she might.
The eldest was a boy, named Burrill, about thirteen years of age, who did chores in a store kept by Mr.Riley, to assist his mother in procuring a living for the family.

After working with him two years, Mr.
Riley took him to New Orleans to wait on him while in that city on a visit, and when he returned to St.Louis, he told the mother of the boy that he had died with the yellow fever.

Nothing more was heard from him, no one supposing him to be alive.