1 I fell, and with this they all ran upon me, and fell to beating me with their fists.
2 The louder she screamed, the harder he whipped; and where the blood ran fastest, there he whipped longest.
3 It is a common custom, in the part of Maryland from which I ran away, to part children from their mothers at a very early age.
4 While I was attending to those in front, and on either side, the one behind ran up with the handspike, and struck me a heavy blow upon the head.
5 He had given Demby but few stripes, when, to get rid of the scourging, he ran and plunged himself into a creek, and stood there at the depth of his shoulders, refusing to come out.
6 I reached Covey's about nine o'clock; and just as I was getting over the fence that divided Mrs. Kemp's fields from ours, out ran Covey with his cowskin, to give me another whipping.
7 If a slave ran away and succeeded in getting clear, or if a slave killed his master, set fire to a barn, or did any thing very wrong in the mind of a slaveholder, it was spoken of as the fruit of abolition.
8 While down in this situation, Mr. Covey took up the hickory slat with which Hughes had been striking off the half-bushel measure, and with it gave me a heavy blow upon the head, making a large wound, and the blood ran freely; and with this again told me to get up.