"A great many of your slaves run away through the year, don't they ?" "No, indeed," said Arthur; "comparatively, very few.

Just before I came to New Haven, I went to pass a few weeks at a plantation belonging to a family with whom we were intimate.

One of the sons and I went on the river, two of the servants rowing us.

I said to one of them, a large fat negro, 'What's your name, uncle ?' 'Meschach, sir,' he said.

'Meschach,' said I; 'why, you ought to have two brothers, one named Shadrach and the other Abednego.' 'So I had, sir.' 'Well, what has become of them ?' said I.
'Shadrach, he's dead,' he answered.