The sale went on.

My oldest son, aged twenty-one, sold for $560; and the younger one, just turning his seventeenth year, brought $570.

They were bought in by their young master.

But my daughter was run up to $990, by a slave trader, who after the sale agreed to let my friends have her, for me, for eleven hundred dollars.

These friends were gentlemen of the first standing in the place, who, out of kindness to me, whom they had well known for years, gave their bond jointly for the amount, and in this case again I got the girl's life insured for one thousand dollars as a security for them.