These sounds seem to awaken a sort of _esprit de corps_ in those who have once been slaves.

My attendants now jumped up, and would scarcely allow me time to dress when they heard the-sounds of their childhood, and all day they were among the foremost.

One said to me "that his feet were rotten with marching," and this though told that they were not called on to race along like slaves.
The Africans cannot stand sneers.

When any mishap occurs in the march (as when a branch tilts a load off a man's shoulder) all who see it set up a yell of derision; if anything is accidentally spilled, or if one is tired and sits down, the same yell greets him, and all are excited thereby to exert themselves.

They hasten on with their loads, and hurry with the sheds they build, the masters only bringing up the rear, and helping anyone who may be sick.