One day, I was out walking, and passed by the calaboose; I saw a crowd about the gate, and heard a child's voice,--and suddenly my Henry broke away from two or three men who were holding the poor boy screamed and looked into my face, and held on to me, until, in tearing him off, they tore the skirt of my dress half away; and they carried him in, screaming 'Mother! mother! mother!' There was one man stood there seemed to pity me.

I offered him all the money I had, if he'd only interfere.

He shook his head, and said that the boy had been impudent and disobedient, ever since he bought him; that he was going to break him in, once for all.
I turned and ran; and every step of the way, I thought that I heard him scream.

I got into the house; ran, all out of breath, to the parlor, where I found Butler.

I told him, and begged him to go and interfere.
He only laughed, and told me the boy had got his deserts.