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his every action, and when a single imprudent step on 
his part may cost some unfortunate creature his life. 
I think every one is impressed by the very movements 
of individuals as they turn, twist, and bend under the 
pangs of pain and fear. In this sad scene of excited 
action, where anguished fear and doubt were mutely 
expressed upon many mournful faces, my mind was filled 
with melancholy emotions, awakened by the forlorn looks 
DESERTED HUNTERS’ CAMP. 
and stricken attitudes of the unfortunate crowd ; a woe¬ 
ful sight, indeed, a sight that, while memory lives, will 
ever and anon recall a sorrowful picture, a pitiful story. 
Some of the slaves might be seen in the agony of despair ; 
in most cases, especially the men in thoyokes, wriggling 
and twisting as they were jostled in the narrow crooked 
streets, their heads being screwed round so far that I 
fully expected to see some broken necks. Two very 
pitiable cases strongly arrested my notice : the subjects 
