I've seen 'em as would pull a woman's child out of her arms, and set him up to sell, and she screechin' like mad all the time;--very bad policy--damages the article--makes 'em quite unfit for service sometimes.

I knew a real handsome gal once, in Orleans, as was entirely ruined by this sort o' handling.

The fellow that was trading for her didn't want her baby; and she was one of your real high sort, when her blood was up.

I tell you, she squeezed up her child in her arms, and talked, and went on real awful.

It kinder makes my blood run cold to think of 't; and when they carried off the child, and locked her up, she jest went ravin' mad, and died in a week.