1 My master traded with one of the men, and bought my oldest sister.
2 "I heard him speak of a sister Emily, that was sold South," said George.
3 But the sisters told me things, when I was in the convent, that make me afraid to die.
4 Till I knew you, Eliza, no creature had loved me, but my poor, heart-broken mother and sister.
5 George, with his wife, children, sister and mother, embarked for Africa, some few weeks after.
6 There was a garden opening from the saloon windows; and there I used to play hide-and-go-seek, under the orange-trees, with my brothers and sisters.
7 When about to be sent to the same market, an older sister went to the shambles, to plead with the wretch who owned them, for the love of God, to spare his victims.
8 And affecting beyond expression is the earnestness with which every new arrival among them is met, if, perchance, it may bring tidings of mother, sister, child or wife, still lost to view in the shadows of slavery.
9 Deeds of heroism are wrought here more than those of romance, when defying torture, and braving death itself, the fugitive voluntarily threads his way back to the terrors and perils of that dark land, that he may bring out his sister, or mother, or wife.
10 One young man, of whom a missionary has told us, twice re-captured, and suffering shameful stripes for his heroism, had escaped again; and, in a letter which we heard read, tells his friends that he is going back a third time, that he may, at last, bring away his sister.