WALKER, THE SLAVE TRADER.
How to escape the flogging, and yet bring back to his master the evidence of having been punished, perplexed the fertile brain of Pompey. However, the servant was equal to the occasion. Standing in front of the “slave pen,” the negro saw another well dressed colored man coming up the street, and he determined to inquire in regard to how they did the whipping there.
“How de do, sar,” said Pompey, addressing the colored brother. “Do you live here?”
“Oh! no,” replied the stranger, “I am a free man, and belong in Pittsburgh, Pa.”
“Ah! ha, den you don’t live here,” said Pompey.
“No, I left my boat here last week, and I have been trying every day to get something to do. I’m pretty well out of money, and I’d do almost anything just now.”
A thought flashed upon Pompey’s mind—this was his occasion.
“Well,” said the slave, “ef you want a job, whar you can make some money quick, I specks I can help you.”
“If you will,” replied the free man, “you’ll do me a great favor.”