That he always had
some secret villainy in view no one for a moment doubts; that he
intended to raise an insurrection among the blacks every one is
quite sure; and that confession of all his forelaid evil designs may
be extorted from him, the cruellest means have been resorted to.
The day upon which the trial is to take place has arrived. On the
south side of Broad Street there stands a small wooden building, the
boarding discoloured and decayed, looking as if it had been
accidentally dropped between the walls of two brick buildings
standing at its sides. In addition, it has the appearance of one
side having been set at a higher elevation than the other for some
purpose of convenience known only to its occupants. About fifteen
feet high, its front possesses a plain door, painted green, two
small windows much covered with dust, and a round port-hole over the
door. A sheet of tin, tacked above the door, contains, in broad
yellow letters, the significant names of "Fetter and Felsh,
Attorneys at Law." Again, on a board about the size of a shingle,
hanging from a nail at the right side of the door, is "Jabez Fetter,
Magistrate." By these unmistakeable signs we feel assured of its
being the department where the legal firm of Fetter and Felsh do
their customers-that is, where they dispose of an immense amount of
legal filth for which the state pays very acceptable fees. Squire
Fetter, as he is usually called, is extremely tall and well-formed,
and, though straight of person, very crooked in morals.
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