Now You Know What I Am!" - "I'll Make You Toe The
Mark, Every Soul Of You, Or I'll Flog You All, Fore And Aft, From The
Boy, Up!" - "You've Got A Driver Over You!
Yes, a slave-driver -
a negro-driver!
I'll see who'll tell me he isn't a negro slave!"
With this and the like matter, equally calculated to quiet us, and to
allay any apprehensions of future trouble, he entertained us for
about ten minutes, when he went below. Soon after, John came aft,
with his bare back covered with stripes and wales in every direction,
and dreadfully swollen, and asked the steward to ask the captain to
let him have some salve, or balsam, to put upon it. "No," said
the captain, who heard him from below; "tell him to put his shirt
on; that's the best thing for him; and pull me ashore in the boat.
Nobody is going to lay-up on board this vessel." He then called to
Mr. Russell to take those men and two others in the boat, and pull
him ashore. I went for one. The two men could hardly bend their
backs, and the captain called to them to "give way," "give way!" but
finding they did their best, he let them alone. The agent was in
the stern sheets, but during the whole pull - a league or more - not
a word was spoken. We landed; the captain, agent, and officer went
up to the house, and left us with the boat.
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