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I know a
man who is called Abiram White.--I believe the knave took that name to
show his enmity to the race of blacks! But this gentleman is now, and
has been for years, to my certain knowledge, a regular translator of
the human body from one State to another. I have dealt with him in my
time, and a cheating dog he is! No more honour in him than meat in my
stomach. I saw him here in this very town, the day of your wedding. He
was in company with his wife's brother, and pretended to be a settler
on the hunt for new land. A noble set they were, to carry on business
--seven sons, each of them as tall as your sergeant with his cap on.
Well, the moment I heard that your wife was lost, I saw at once that
Abiram had laid his hands on her."
"Do you know this--can this be true? What reason have you to fancy a
thing so wild?"
"Reason enough; I know Abiram White. Now, will you add a trifle just
to keep my throat from parching?"
"Go, go; you are stupified with drink already, miserable man, and know
not what you say.


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