“About the same time, he spent a night at Mr. Casey’s, three miles from Columbia, South Carolina.  Whilst there they heard him giving orders as to what was to be done, and amongst other things, “That nigger must be buried.”  On inquiry, he learnt that a gentleman traveling with a servant, had a short time previous called there, and said his servant had just been taken ill, and he should be under the necessity of leaving him.  He did so.  The slave became worst, and Casey called in a physician, who pronounced it an old case, and said that he must shortly die.  The slave said, if that was the case he would now tell the truth.  He had been attacked, a long time since, with a difficulty in the side—­his master swore he would ’have his own out of him’ and started off to sell him, with a threat to kill him if he told he had been sick, more than a few days.  They saw them making a rough plank box to bury him in.

“In March, 1833, twenty-five or thirty miles south of Columbia, on the great road through Sumpterville district, they saw a large company of female slaves carrying rails and building fence.  Three of them were far advanced in pregnancy.

“In the month of January, 1838, he put up with a drove of mules and horses, at one Adams’, on the Drovers’ road, near the south border of Kentucky.  His son-in-law, who had lived in the south, was there.  In conversation about picking cotton, he said, ’some hands cannot get the sleight of it.  I have a girl who to-day has done as good a day’s work at grubbing as any man, but I could not make her a hand at cotton-picking.  I whipped her, and if I did it once I did it five hundred times, but I found she could not; so I put her to carrying rails with the men.  After a few days I found her shoulders were so raw that every rail was bloody as she laid it down.  I asked her if she would not rather pick cotton than carry rails.  ‘No,’ said she, ’I don’t get whipped now.’”

WILLIAM A. USTICK, an elder of the Presbyterian church at Bloomingburg, and Mr. G.S.  Fullerton, a merchant and member of the same church, were with Deacon Larrimer on this journey, and are witnesses to the preceding facts.

Mr. SAMUEL HALL, a teacher in Marietta College, Ohio, and formerly secretary of the Colonization society in that village, has recently communicated the facts that follow.  We quote from his letter.

“The following horrid flagellation was witnessed in part, till his soul was sick, by MR. GLIDDEN, an inhabitant of Marietta, Ohio, who went down the Mississippi river, with a boat load of produce in the autumn of 1837; it took place at what is called ‘Matthews’ or ‘Matheses Bend’ in December, 1837.  Mr. G. is worthy of credit.