The blood of some proud Southerner, no doubt,
flowed through the veins of that child.
When the boat arrived at Natches, a rather good-looking,
genteel-appearing man came on board to purchase a servant. This
individual introduced himself to Jennings as the Rev. James
Wilson. The slave-trader conducted the preacher to the
deck-cabin, where he kept his slaves, and the man of God, after
having some questions answered, selected Agnes as the one best
suited to his service.
It seemed as if poor Marion's heart would break when she found that
she was to be separated from her mother. The preacher, however,
appeared to be but little moved by their sorrow, and took his
newly-purchased victim on shore. Agnes begged him to buy her
daughter, but he refused, on the ground that he had no use for
her.
During the remainder of the passage, Marion wept bitterly.
After a ran of a few hours, the boat stopped at Baton Rouge, where
an additional number of passengers were taken on board, among whom
were a number of persons who had been attending the races at that
place. Gambling and drinking were now the order of the day.
The next morning, at ten o'clock, the boat arrived at New Orleans
where the passengers went to their hotels and homes, and the
negroes to the slave-pens.
Lizzie, the white slave-mother, of whom we have already spoken,
created as much of a sensation by the fairness of her complexion
and the alabaster whiteness of her child, when being conveyed on
shore at New Orleans, as she had done when brought on board at
Grand Gulf.
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