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"
You
lie
,
you
black
wench
!
"
shouted
Epps
.
"
I
do
n't
lie
,
massa
.
If
you
kill
me
,
I
'll
stick
to
that
.
"
"
Oh
!
I
'll
fetch
you
down
.
I
'll
learn
you
to
go
to
Shaw
's
.
I
'll
take
the
starch
out
of
ye
,
"
he
muttered
fiercely
through
his
shut
teeth
.
Then
turning
to
me
,
he
ordered
four
stakes
to
be
driven
into
the
ground
,
pointing
with
the
toe
of
his
boot
to
the
places
where
he
wanted
them
.
When
the
stakes
were
driven
down
,
he
ordered
her
to
be
stripped
of
every
article
of
dress
.
Ropes
were
then
brought
,
and
the
naked
girl
was
laid
upon
her
face
,
her
wrists
and
feet
each
tied
firmly
to
a
stake
.
Stepping
to
the
piazza
,
he
took
down
a
heavy
whip
,
and
placing
it
in
my
hands
,
commanded
me
to
lash
her
.
Unpleasant
as
it
was
,
I
was
compelled
to
obey
him
.
Nowhere
that
day
,
on
the
face
of
the
whole
earth
,
I
venture
to
say
,
was
there
such
a
demoniac
exhibition
witnessed
as
then
ensued
.
Mistress
Epps
stood
on
the
piazza
among
her
children
,
gazing
on
the
scene
with
an
air
of
heartless
satisfaction
.
The
slaves
were
huddled
together
at
a
little
distance
,
their
countenances
indicating
the
sorrow
of
their
hearts
.
Poor
Patsey
prayed
piteously
for
mercy
,
but
her
prayers
were
vain
.
Epps
ground
his
teeth
,
and
stamped
upon
the
ground
,
screaming
at
me
,
like
a
mad
fiend
,
to
strike
harder
.
"
Strike
harder
,
or
your
turn
will
come
next
,
you
scoundrel
,
"
he
yelled
.
"
Oh
,
mercy
,
massa
!
--
oh
!
have
mercy
,
do
.
Oh
,
God
!
pity
me
,
"
Patsey
exclaimed
continually
,
struggling
fruitlessly
,
and
the
flesh
quivering
at
every
stroke
.
When
I
had
struck
her
as
many
as
thirty
times
,
I
stopped
,
and
turned
round
toward
Epps
,
hoping
he
was
satisfied
;
but
with
bitter
oaths
and
threats
,
he
ordered
me
to
continue
.
I
inflicted
ten
or
fifteen
blows
more
.
By
this
time
her
back
was
covered
with
long
welts
,
intersecting
each
other
like
net
work
.
Epps
was
yet
furious
and
savage
as
ever
,
demanding
if
she
would
like
to
go
to
Shaw
's
again
,
and
swearing
he
would
flog
her
until
she
wished
she
was
in
h
--
l.
Throwing
down
the
whip
,
I
declared
I
could
punish
her
no
more
.
He
ordered
me
to
go
on
,
threatening
me
with
a
severer
flogging
than
she
had
received
,
in
case
of
refusal
.
My
heart
revolted
at
the
inhuman
scene
,
and
risking
the
consequences
,
I
absolutely
refused
to
raise
the
whip
.
He
then
seized
it
himself
,
and
applied
it
with
ten-fold
greater
force
than
I
had
.
The
painful
cries
and
shrieks
of
the
tortured
Patsey
,
mingling
with
the
loud
and
angry
curses
of
Epps
,
loaded
the
air
.
She
was
terribly
lacerated
--
I
may
say
,
without
exaggeration
,
literally
flayed
.
The
lash
was
wet
with
blood
,
which
flowed
down
her
sides
and
dropped
upon
the
ground
.
At
length
she
ceased
struggling
.
Her
head
sank
listlessly
on
the
ground
.
Her
screams
and
supplications
gradually
decreased
and
died
away
into
a
low
moan
.
She
no
longer
writhed
and
shrank
beneath
the
lash
when
it
bit
out
small
pieces
of
her
flesh
.
I
thought
that
she
was
dying
!
It
was
the
Sabbath
of
the
Lord
.
The
fields
smiled
in
the
warm
sunlight
--
the
birds
chirped
merrily
amidst
the
foliage
of
the
trees
--
peace
and
happiness
seemed
to
reign
everywhere
,
save
in
the
bosoms
of
Epps
and
his
panting
victim
and
the
silent
witnesses
around
him
.
The
tempestuous
emotions
that
were
raging
there
were
little
in
harmony
with
the
calm
and
quiet
beauty
of
the
day
.
