Robert, the brave African, who had so boldly led them on the night before, and who had so judiciously provided for their escape, was calmly sleeping in death's cold embrace.

He left a wife and five slave children.

Two of the other slaves left families, whose pitiful cries it was painful to hear.
The Colonel's family, deeply afflicted by what was passing around them, attended the funeral.

One of the slaves, who sometimes officiated as a minister, read a portion of Scripture, and gave out two hymns;--one of which commences with "Hark! from the tomb a doleful sound." Both were sung with great solemnity by the congregation, and then the good old man offered a prayer; after which he addressed the slaves on the shortness of human life and the certainty of death, and more than once hinted at the hardness of their lot, assuring, however, his fellow-slaves, that if they were good and faithful, all would be right hereafter.

His master, Col.