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15132	Brown, William Wells	Narrative of William W. Brown, a Fugitive Slave			.txt	text/plain	20936	1165	85	city; and when night came on, I made my way to my master's farm, but was slave-drivers had been called together, I do not think a more cruel man States officer, whipped a slave woman to death. this, John told me that his master whipped him regularly three times a unhappy, and several times thought of leaving the boat at some landing soon be shaken by the remembrance that my dear mother was a slave in St. Louis, and I could not bear the idea of leaving her in that condition. slaves in readiness to start for New Orleans, and in a few days we were When at Natchez the second time, I saw a slave very cruelly whipped. short time, when a colored man came around the corner, and said to the man who owned mother, came into the jail as soon as Mr. Jones, the	./cache/15132.txt	./txt/15132.txt