'Bress 'ou, massa Joe! bress 'ou! 'Ou'm my own dear, bressed chile!' exclaimed the old negress, clutching at his hand, and, with a sudden effort, rising to her feet. She stood thus for a moment, then she staggered back, fell into her chair, uttered a low moan, and--was FREE! A wild excitement followed, during which the body was borne off. It was a full half hour before quiet was restored and the sale resumed. Then about twenty negroes, of both sexes, were put up singly. All of them were bought by Joe, except a young woman, whose husband belonged to Gaston. The bidding on her was spirited, and she was run up to ten hundred and fifty dollars. As Gaston bid that sum, he jumped upon a bench, and called out: 'Gentlemen, I can stand this as long as you can. I mean to have this woman, anyhow.' No one offered more, and 'the lot' was struck off to Gaston. Joe did not bid on her at all. When the next negro ascended the stand, Joe beckoned to me, and said: 'Selly is next on the catalogue. Will you bring her here?' As I entered the mansion, she met me. Her face was pale, and there was a nervous twitching about her mouth, but she quietly said: 'You have come for me?' 'Yes, my child. Have courage; it will soon be over.' She laid her head upon my shoulder for a moment; then, turning her large, clear, but tearless eyes up to mine, she said: 'I trust in GOD!' I took her arm in mine, and walked out to the stand. The auctioneer was waiting for her, and we ascended the block together. A slight tremor passed over her frame as she met the sea of upturned faces, all eagerly gazing at her; and, putting my arm about her, I whispered: 'Do not fear. Lean on me.' 'I do not fear,' was the low reply. 'Now, gentlemen,' cried the auctioneer, in an unfeeling, business-like way, 'I offer you the girl, Lucy Selma. She is seventeen years old; in good health; well brought up--a superior lot every way. She has recently been employed at cooking, but, as you see, is better adapted to lighter work. How much shall I have for her? Come, bid fast gentlemen; we are taking up too much time.' Before any response could be made to this appeal, Joe stepped to the side of Selma, and, in a slow, deliberate voice, said: