It lay there all battered to pulp; and all about were the evidences of a terrific fight.

There was a rude board coffin on a cart at the door, and workmen, assisted by the police, were thinning a road through the gaping crowd in order that they might bring it in.
I picked out a man humble enough in life to condescend to talk with one so shabby as I, and got his account of the matter.
"There were sixteen slaves here.

They rose against their master in the night, and thou seest how it ended." "Yes.

How did it begin ?" "There was no witness but the slaves.

They said the slave that was most valuable got free of his bonds and escaped in some strange way--by magic arts 'twas thought, by reason that he had no key, and the locks were neither broke nor in any wise injured.