Again, we come to hear Mr. Jones telling masters of the power they have over the souls of their servants, and we hear him say, 鈥?Air: 鈥楻endez-moi mon 茅cuelle de bois.鈥? In his distress, Tom wrote a letter to Mr. Bigelow, of Washington. People who are not in the habit of getting such documents have no idea of them. We give a facsimile of Tom鈥檚 letter, with all its poor spelling, all its ignorance, helplessness, and misery. 超碰国产人人做人人爽 鈥淎 poor old slave! infirm and lame, 3 But these forty-three days cannot make amends for the hour in which you transgressed My commandment.