10 o'clock
Many of the rooms in this building resemble the cells of a prison , and in a small apartment near the `` office '' are to be seen any number of iron collars , hobbles , handcuffs , thumbscrews , cowhides , chains , gags , and yokes . A back-yard , enclosed by a high wall , looks something like the playground attached to one of our large New England schools , in which are rows of benches and swings . Attached to the back premises is a good-sized kitchen , where , at the time of which we write , two old negresses were at work , stewing , boiling , and baking , and occasionally wiping the perspiration from their furrowed and swarthy brows . The slave-trader , Jennings , on his arrival at New Orleans , took up his quarters here with his gang of human cattle , and the morning after , at 10 o'clock , they were exhibited for sale . First of all came the beautiful Marion , whose pale countenance and dejected look told how many sad hours she had passed since parting with her mother at Natchez . There , too , was a poor woman who had been separated from her husband ; and another woman , whose looks and manners were expressive of deep anguish , sat by her side . There was `` Uncle Jeems , '' with his whiskers off , his face shaven clean , and the gray hairs plucked out ready to be sold for ten years younger than he was .