 I'll show you a man, Drover. They inhabit all of our southern states. They perambulate the country and crowd the highways of the nation in droves of human stock. Armed with pistol, whip, and bowie knife, driving a hundred men, women, and children, these wretched souls are to be sold singly or in lots to suit purchasers. They are food for the cotton field and the deadly sugar mill. March the sad procession as they move along and the savage wretch