“I asked him if we’d have any trouble with Manuel, and tried to make him understand that he wasn’t a black, and that our situation might excuse us from any annoyance through their peculiar laws.  But the old chap seemed mighty stupid about every thing, and talked just as if he didn’t know any thing about nothing.  ’A nigger’s a nigger in South Carolina,’ said he dryly, and inquired for a quid of tobacco, which I handed him, and he took one big enough for six.  Said I, ’Mister, do you call a man a nigger what’s a Portugee and a’n’t black?’ ‘It depends on how he was born,’ says he.  ’Well, but ye can’t make a white man a nigger nohow, whether it’s in South Carolina or Scotland,’ says I.  ’Well, we don’t stand upon such things here; we can show you niggers as white as you be, Mr. Mate,’ says he.  ’But, Mister, what’s to do about our steward, that ye make yer inquiries about him; he ha’n’t did nothing,’ said I.  ’Well, Mr. Mate; it’s contrary to law to bring nigger stewards into our port.  They’re a bad set of fellows generally, and we claim the right to lock ’em up to insure their good behavior and keep their bad influence away from our slaves.  ’Tis not my office.  I observed your arrival and wrecked condition, and merely came to take a look,’ said he.  ’Well now, Mister, our steward thinks as much of himself as anybody and wouldn’t mix with your niggers on any account.  But Mister! won’t it make a difference because we’re cast upon your shore in distress,’ says I.  ’Not a whit! it’s contrary to law, and the law’s got nothing to do with wind and weather.  We love the sovereignty of our law too well to make any discrimination.  We’re a hospitable people, and always give folks plenty to eat, but we never allow any favors in the law.  I’ll call and see you in the, morning,’ said he, and away he went.”

This individual was Mr. Grimshaw, the principal mover of the powers that be, notwithstanding he asserted that it was not his office, and that he just walked round to take a look.

During his visit on board, Manuel was absent on board a Boston bark, where he met a white steward, who gave him a sad picture of the Charleston jail and the cruel treatment that was inflicted upon prisoners there by starvation.  He told him that he was once put in for a trifling offence, and nearly starved to death before he got out.  “You will be sure to go there, Manuel,” said he, “for they make no distinction; and if a man’s a foreigner, and can’t speak for himself, he’ll stand no chance at all.  I’d give ’em the slip afore I’d suffer such another punishment,” he continued.

This so worked upon the poor fellow’s mind, that it became a matter of little moment whether he jumped overboard or remained on the ship.  He waited until the mate had concluded, and commenced appealing to the Captain in a most pitiful manner.  The disgrace of being imprisoned seemed worse than the punishment; and he did not seem to comprehend the intention that he should be imprisoned for no