of them as there's picters of in the shops. A man and a
brother, you know, sir,' said Mr Tapley, favouring his master with a
significant indication of the figure so often represented in tracts and
cheap prints.

'A slave!' cried Martin, in a whisper.

'Ah!' said Mark in the same tone. 'Nothing else. A slave. Why, when that
there man was young--don't look at him while I'm a-telling it--he was
shot in the leg; gashed in the arm; scored in his live limbs, like
crimped fish; beaten out of shape; had his neck galled with an iron
collar, and wore iron rings upon his wrists and ankles. The marks are on
him to this day. When I was having my dinner just now, he stripped off
his coat, and took away my appetite.'

'Is THIS true?' asked Martin of his friend, who stood beside them.

'I have no reason to doubt it,' he answered, shaking his head 'It very
often is.'

'Bless you,' said Mark, 'I know it is, from hearing his whole story.
That master died; so did his second master from having his head cut
open with a hatchet by another slave, who, when he'd done it, went and
drowned himself; then he got a better one; in years and years he saved
up a little money, and bought his freedom, which he got pretty cheap at
last, on account of his strength being nearly gone, and he being ill.
Then he come here. And now he's a-saving up to treat himself, afore
he dies, to one small purchase--it's nothing to speak of. Only his own
daughter; that's all!' cried Mr Tapley, becoming excited. 'Liberty for
ever! Hurrah! Hail, Columbia!'

'Hush!' cried Martin, clapping his hand upon his mouth; 'and don't be an
idiot. What is he doing here?'

'Waiting to take our luggage off upon a truck,' said Mark. 'He'd have
come for it by-and-bye, but I engaged him for a very reasonable charge
(out of my own pocket) to sit along with me and make me jolly; and I
am jolly; and if I was rich enough to contract with him to wait upon me
once a day, to be looked at, I'd never be anything else.'

The fact may cause a solemn impeachment of Mark's veracity, but it must
be admitted nevertheless, that there was that in his face and manner at
the moment, which militated strongly against this emphatic declaration
of his state of mind.

'Lord love you, sir,' he added, 'they're so fond of Liberty in this part
of the globe, that they buy her and sell her and carry her to market
with 'em. They've such a passion for Liberty, that they can't help
taking liberties with her. That'