so, cornelius sinclair was ten years old and he was trapped. cornelius was trapped in the belly of a small ship, bobbing in the delaware with just a mile south of philadelphia, and a man had grabbed ten-year-old cornelius from the city's market, one hour ago, pushed a black gag into this mouth, tossed him into a wagon and hauled him here. and it was dark below the waterline, but ten-year-old cornelius could see just enough from in this ship's hold to know he was not the only black child locked down here. four other pair of eyes stared back at him. for other black boys. one looked about his size, probably nine or ten or 11 years old, like cornelius. two more were obviously taller and older, perhaps 14 or 15 years. the last of them was shorter and smaller than everyone else. might have been as young as eight years old. yesterday, all five of these boys had been free. but today they were slaves. they were prisoners of a gang of child snatchers who planned to sell their lives and labors, most likely to plantation owners in the deep, deep south. thes