to a suggestive looking jungle on the margin of the
pond. "It had been rifled of its contents; near it lay
an old leathern wallet, containing nothing of value, and
only a few feet further off was found a heavy, club-
shaped piece of wood, blood-stained, with a few hairs
sticking to it. What became of the bod}* no one has
ever answered, but if that old mill-pond could talk, I
think it could tell something about it.
"But the strangest transactisn that ever took place
in connection with this pond, so far as I have any
knowledge, was the murder of a woman by one Henry
Woods, who was hung in Hudsonville last summer."
" What was that ? " I asked.
"Well, to give you a full understanding of the occur¬
rence, I must go back a little.
" You see," he continued, " during the days of slavery
it was not considered a very serious offence for a slave
to have more than one wife; and while a few of the more
conscientious owners, in some instances seemed to dis¬
courage it, by far the greater number not only winked
at it, but actually encouraged what might have been
mistaken for one phaze of the religion of the 'latter day
saints.' The result was a polygamous state of society
in existence among the slaves; and on many of the most
populous plantations, husbandless wives and fatherless
children. In fact, even those who went through the
form of a marriage ceremony were told that it was not