Disappointed in the
gratification of his desires, he is mortified and maddened to
desperation. Why should a slave he had invested so much money in,
and felt so like making a lady of, and never would have thought of
setting at field labour, run away? He only wanted her for the most
aristocratic purpose the south can provide for a beautiful slave.
Hence Mr. Pringle Blowers, through the medium of his knowledge of
letters, puts forward his placard-a copy of which he inserts in all
the most respectable morning journals-in which the fair outlines of
his lost woman are simply set forth. He will give three hundred
dollars for her apprehension, fifty dollars more for proof to
convict any person of harbouring her, and an additional sum for
lodging her in any gaol in the country. This large reward Mr.
Pringle Blowers will pay in hard cash; and he has no doubt the
offering will be quite enough to excite the hunting propensities of
fashionable young gentlemen, as well as inveterate negro hunters.
Beside this, negro hunting being rather a democratic sport than
otherwise, Mr. Pringle Blowers reconciles his feelings with the fact
of these sports being uncommonly successful.
The reader will naturally conclude that the offer of this large
reward produced some sensation in and about the city. People stopped
along the streets, read the curious hand-bill, smiled, and made
various remarks. Ladies, always curious to know what is prominent
among the current events of the day, sent servants to ascertain what
so attractive the posters contained.
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