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Title: Dogs of all nations. In prose and rhyme
Year: 1903 (1900s)
Authors: Miller, Conrad Jenness, 1842-
Subjects: Dogs Dogs
Publisher: New York, J.S. Ogilvie Publishing Company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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eredPollute the passing wind, when raging powerDrives on his bloodhounds to the chase of man; —Southey. When the bloodhound reached the hiding slave,He was kneeling in prayers to One who could save —The savage brute for a moment glared,Then wagged his tail and mildly stared. A negro boy not entirely black and possessing moreintelligence than the average negro, with correct ideasof right and wrong, and a character of high standardfor one in his condition, is the subject of this most thrill- IN PROSE AND RHYME. 53 ing and interesting story. The slaves name was Jackson.When about seventeen years old he had given much thoughtto his condition and that of his race in America. He feltin his soul that human slavery was wrong, whether in hisnative land or elsewhere. He decided, however, to remain and work faithfullyfor his master until twenty-one years old, and then toendeavor to make his escape into Canada, beneath whoseskies men are free. When the time arrived, he watched his opportunity
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to break for liberty. He started from the old planta-tion one evening, just after the darkness had set-tled upon it. The negroes had gone to their quartersfor the night; old Tom, who always sang a song or twobefore turning in, began the familiar tune, Way DownUpon the Suwanee Eiver. This old song Jackson lovedbest of all. Jackson had left the yard and closed thegate behind him, with his face towards the Xorth, to be-gin his journey for freedom, when the first notes of thesong rang out upon the soft Southern air; he stoppedto hear it, tears trickled from his eyes and moistened 54 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS the earth at his feet. He knew that if he was not over-taken and brought hack it would be the last time heshould ever hear his old companion in slavery sing, andwith the last lingering notes of the old negros voice—a voice of exquisite melody—falling upon his ear, and thefaint strains of the banjo impressing itself upon hismemory, he bade adieu to the place that had held him inbondage f

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