dimensions, is fastened at one end by a hinge, and is brought down after the ancles are placed in the holes, and secured by a clasp and padlock at the other end.  In this manner the person is left to sit on the floor.  Barry was kept in the stocks day and night for a week, and flogged every morning.  After this, he was taken out one morning, a log chain fastened around his neck, the two ends dragging on the ground, and he sent to the field, to do his task with the other slaves.  At night he was again put in the stocks, in the morning he was sent to the field in the same manner, and thus dragged out another week.

The overseer was a very miserly fellow, and restricted his wife in what are considered the comforts of life—­such as tea, sugar, &c.  To make up for this, she set her wits to work, and, by the help of a slave, named Joe, used to take from the plantation whatever she could conveniently, and watch her opportunity during her husband’s absence, and send Joe to sell them and buy for her such things as she directed.  Once when her husband was away, she told Joe to kill and dress one of the pigs, sell it, and get her some tea, sugar, &c.  Joe did as he was bid, and she gave him the offal for his services.  When Galloway returned, not suspecting his wife, he asked her if she knew what had become of his pig.  She told him she suspected one of the slaves, naming him, had stolen it, for she had heard a pig squeal the evening before.  The overseer called the slave up, and charged him with the theft.  He denied it, and said he knew nothing about it.  The overseer still charged him with it, and told him he would give him one week to think of it, and if he did not confess the theft, or find out who did steal the pig, he would flog every negro on the plantation; before the week was up it was ascertained that Joe had killed the pig.  He was called up and questioned, and admitted that he had done so, and told the overseer that he did it by the order of Mrs. Galloway, and that she directed him to buy some sugar, &c. with the money.  Mrs. Galloway gave Joe the lie; and he was terribly flogged.  Joe told me he had been several times to the smoke-house with Mrs. G, and taken hams and sold them, which her husband told me he supposed were stolen by the negroes on a neighboring plantation.  Mr. Swan, hearing of the circumstance, told me he believed Joe’s story, but that his statement would not be taken as proof; and if every slave on the plantation told the same story it could not be received as evidence against a white person.

To show the manner in which old and worn-out slaves are sometimes treated, I will state a fact.  Galloway owned a man about seventy years of age.  The old man was sick and went to his hut; laid himself down on some straw with his feet to the fire, covered by a piece of an old blanket, and there lay four or five days, groaning in great distress, without any attention being paid him by his master, until death ended his miseries; he was then taken out and buried with as little ceremony and respect as would be paid to a brute.