There's some of them that you cannot break in by any kind of severity.

I remember father had a man that was so lazy he would run away just to get rid of work, and lie round in the swamps, stealing and doing all sorts of horrid things.

That man was caught and whipped, time and again, and it never did him any good; and the last time he crawled off, though he couldn't but just go, and died in the swamp.

There was no sort of reason for it, for father's hands were always treated kindly." "I broke a fellow in, once," said St.Clare, "that all the overseers and masters had tried their hands on in vain." "You!" said Marie; "well, I'd be glad to know when _you_ ever did anything of the sort." "Well, he was a powerful, gigantic fellow,--a native-born African; and he appeared to have the rude instinct of freedom in him to an uncommon degree.

He was a regular African lion.