We hear the sound of the horn at daybreak, calling the sick and the weary to toil unrequited.

Woman, in her appealing delicacy and suffering, about to become a mother, is fainting under the lash, or sinking exhausted beside her cotton row.

We hear the prayer for mercy answered with sneers and curses.

We look on the instruments of torture, and the corpses of murdered men.

We see the dogs, reeking hot from the chase, with their jaws foul with human blood.
We see the meek and aged Christian scarred with the lash, and bowed down with toil, offering the supplication of a broken heart to his Father in Heaven, for the forgiveness of his brutal enemy.