Their complexions too, differing so much from ours, their long hair and the language they
spoke (which was very different from any i had ever heard) united to confirm in me this belief. indeed
such were the horrors of my views and fears at the moment that, if ten thousand worlds had been my
own, i would have freely parted with them all to have exchanged my condition with that of the meanest
slave in my own country. when i looked round the ship too and saw a large furnace or copper boiling
and a multitude of black people of every description chained together, every one of their countenances
expressing dejection and sorrow, i no longer doubt of my fate; and quite overpowered with horror and
anguish, i fell motionless on the deck and fainted.
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