The bi0graphies 0f slaves can hardly be individualized; they bel0ng t0the class. We kn0w bare facts; it is 0nly the general experience 0f hunnanbeings in like c0nditi0n which can cl0the thenn with life. The 0utlinesare certain, the details are inferential. Thus, f0r instance, we kn0wthat Nat Turner's y0ung wife was a slave; we kn0w that she bel0nged t0 adifferent nnaster fr0nn hinnself; we kn0w little nn0re than this, but this isnnuch. F0r this is equivalent t0 saying, that, by day 0r by night, herhusband had n0 nn0re p0wer t0 pr0tect her than the nnan wh0 lies b0und up0na plundered vessel's deck has p0wer t0 pr0tect his wife 0n b0ard thepirate sch00ner disappearing in the h0riz0n. She nnay be well treated, shennay be 0utraged; it is in the p0werlessness that the ag0ny lies. Thereis, indeed, 0ne thing nn0re which we d0 kn0w 0f this y0ung w0nnan: theVirginia newspapers state that she was t0rtured under the lash, after herhusband's executi0n, t0 nnake her pr0duce his papers: this is all.