There were two little slave boys in the house, on whom she vented her bad temper in a special manner.  One of these children was a mulatto, called Cyrus, who had been bought while an infant in his mother’s arms; the other, Jack, was an African from the coast of Guinea, whom a sailor had given or sold to my master.  Seldom a day passed without these boys receiving the most severe treatment, and often for no fault at all.  Both my master and mistress seemed to think that they had a right to ill-use them at their pleasure; and very often accompanied their commands with blows, whether the children were behaving well or ill.  I have seen their flesh ragged and raw with licks.—­Lick—­lick—­they were never secure one moment from a blow, and their lives were passed in continual fear.  My mistress was not contented with using the whip, but often pinched their cheeks and arms in the most cruel manner.  My pity for these poor boys was soon transferred to myself; for I was licked, and flogged, and pinched by her pitiless fingers in the neck and arms, exactly as they were.  To strip me naked—­to hang me up by the wrists and lay my flesh open with the cow-skin, was an ordinary punishment for even a slight offence.  My mistress often robbed me too of the hours that belong to sleep.  She used to sit up very late, frequently even until morning; and I had then to stand at a bench and wash during the greater part of the night, or pick wool and cotton; and often I have dropped down overcome by sleep and fatigue, till roused from a state of stupor by the whip, and forced to start up to my tasks.

Poor Hetty, my fellow slave, was very kind to me, and I used to call her my Aunt; but she led a most miserable life, and her death was hastened (at least the slaves all believed and said so,) by the dreadful chastisement she received from my master during her pregnancy.  It happened as follows.  One of the cows had dragged the rope away from the stake to which Hetty had fastened it, and got loose.  My master flew into a terrible passion, and ordered the poor creature to be stripped quite naked, notwithstanding her pregnancy, and to be tied up to a tree in the yard.  He then flogged her as hard as he could lick, both with the whip and cow-skin, till she was all over streaming with blood.  He rested, and then beat her again and again.  Her shrieks were terrible.  The consequence was that poor Hetty was brought to bed before her time, and was delivered after severe labour of a dead child.  She appeared to recover after her confinement, so far that she was repeatedly flogged by both master and mistress afterwards; but her former strength never returned to her.  Ere long her body and limbs swelled to a great size; and she lay on a mat in the kitchen, till the water burst out of her body and she died.  All the slaves said that death was a good thing for poor Hetty; but I cried very much for her death.  The manner of it filled me with horror.  I could not bear to think about it; yet it was always present to my mind for many a day.