CHAPTER XII.
"I tell you what, Abel," said Arthur Weston, "the more I think about you Northern people, the harder it is for me to come to a conclusion as to what you are made of." "Can't you experiment upon us, Arthur; test us chemically ?" "Don't believe you could be tested," said Arthur, "you are such a slippery set.

Now here is a book I have been looking over, called Annals of Salem, by Joseph B.Felt, published in 1827.

On the 109th page it says: 'Captain Pierce, of the ship Desire, belonging to this port, was commissioned to transport fifteen boys and one hundred women, of the captive Pequods, to Bermuda, and sell them as slaves.

He was obliged, however, to make for Providence Island.

There he disposed of the Indians.