At last, opening a door, he ushered us into a large room, in the center of which sat a beautiful quadroon girl, about eighteen years of age.

Addressing her, he said: "Harriet, I have brought all my young cousins to see you.

I want you to make good abolitionists of them by telling them the history of your life--what you have seen and suffered in slavery." Turning to us he said: "Harriet has just escaped from her master, who is visiting in Syracuse, and is on her way to Canada.

She will start this evening and you may never have another opportunity of seeing a slave girl face to face, so ask her all you care to know of the system of slavery." For two hours we listened to the sad story of her childhood and youth, separated from all her family and sold for her beauty in a New Orleans market when but fourteen years of age.

The details of her story I need not repeat.