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"
G
--
d
d
--
n
you
!
I
thought
you
knowed
something
.
"
I
made
answer
:
"
I
tried
to
do
as
you
told
me
,
master
.
I
did
n't
mean
anything
wrong
.
Overseer
said
--
"
But
he
interrupted
me
with
such
a
flood
of
curses
that
I
was
unable
to
finish
the
sentence
.
At
length
he
ran
towards
the
house
,
and
going
to
the
piazza
,
took
down
one
of
the
overseer
's
whips
.
The
whip
had
a
short
wooden
stock
,
braided
over
with
leather
,
and
was
loaded
at
the
butt
.
The
lash
was
three
feet
long
,
or
thereabouts
,
and
made
of
raw-hide
strands
.
At
first
I
was
somewhat
frightened
,
and
my
impulse
was
to
run
.
There
was
no
one
about
except
Rachel
,
the
cook
,
and
Chapin
's
wife
,
and
neither
of
them
were
to
be
seen
.
The
rest
were
in
the
field
.
I
knew
he
intended
to
whip
me
,
and
it
was
the
first
time
any
one
had
attempted
it
since
my
arrival
at
Avoyelles
.
I
felt
,
moreover
,
that
I
had
been
faithful
--
that
I
was
guilty
of
no
wrong
whatever
,
and
deserved
commendation
rather
than
punishment
.
My
fear
changed
to
anger
,
and
before
he
reached
me
I
had
made
up
my
mind
fully
not
to
be
whipped
,
let
the
result
be
life
or
death
.
Winding
the
lash
around
his
hand
,
and
taking
hold
of
the
small
end
of
the
stock
,
he
walked
up
to
me
,
and
with
a
malignant
look
,
ordered
me
to
strip
.
"
Master
Tibeats
"
said
I
,
looking
him
boldly
in
the
face
,
"
I
will
not
.
"
I
was
about
to
say
something
further
in
justification
,
but
with
concentrated
vengeance
,
he
sprang
upon
me
,
seizing
me
by
the
throat
with
one
hand
,
raising
the
whip
with
the
other
,
in
the
act
of
striking
.
Before
the
blow
descended
,
however
,
I
had
caught
him
by
the
collar
of
the
coat
,
and
drawn
him
closely
to
me
.
Reaching
down
,
I
seized
him
by
the
ankle
,
and
pushing
him
back
with
the
other
hand
,
he
fell
over
on
the
ground
.
Putting
one
arm
around
his
leg
,
and
holding
it
to
my
breast
,
so
that
his
head
and
shoulders
only
touched
the
ground
,
I
placed
my
foot
upon
his
neck
.
He
was
completely
in
my
power
.
My
blood
was
up
.
It
seemed
to
course
through
my
veins
like
fire
.
In
the
frenzy
of
my
madness
I
snatched
the
whip
from
his
hand
.
He
struggled
with
all
his
power
;
swore
that
I
should
not
live
to
see
another
day
;
and
that
he
would
tear
out
my
heart
.
But
his
struggles
and
his
threats
were
alike
in
vain
.
I
can
not
tell
how
many
times
I
struck
him
.
Blow
after
blow
fell
fast
and
heavy
upon
his
wriggling
form
.
At
length
he
screamed
--
cried
murder
--
and
at
last
the
blasphemous
tyrant
called
on
God
for
mercy
.
But
he
who
had
never
shown
mercy
did
not
receive
it
.
The
stiff
stock
of
the
whip
warped
round
his
cringing
body
until
my
right
arm
ached
.
Until
this
time
I
had
been
too
busy
to
look
about
me
.
Desisting
for
a
moment
,
I
saw
Mrs.
Chapin
looking
from
the
window
,
and
Rachel
standing
in
the
kitchen
door
.
Their
attitudes
expressed
the
utmost
excitement
and
alarm
.
His
screams
had
been
heard
in
the
field
.
Chapin
was
coming
as
fast
as
he
could
ride
.
I
struck
him
a
blow
or
two
more
,
then
pushed
him
from
me
with
such
a
well-directed
kick
that
he
went
rolling
over
on
the
ground
.
Rising
to
his
feet
,
and
brushing
the
dirt
from
his
hair
,
he
stood
looking
at
me
,
pale
with
rage
.
We
gazed
at
each
other
in
silence
.
Not
a
word
was
uttered
until
Chapin
galloped
up
to
us
.
"
What
is
the
matter
?
"
he
cried
out
.
