Ye won't find no soft spot in me, nowhere.

So, now, mind yerselves; for I don't show no mercy!" The women involuntarily drew in their breath, and the whole gang sat with downcast, dejected faces.

Meanwhile, Simon turned on his heel, and marched up to the bar of the boat for a dram.
"That's the way I begin with my niggers," he said, to a gentlemanly man, who had stood by him during his speech.

"It's my system to begin strong,--just let 'em know what to expect." "Indeed!" said the stranger, looking upon him with the curiosity of a naturalist studying some out-of-the-way specimen.
"Yes, indeed.

I'm none o' yer gentlemen planters, with lily fingers, to slop round and be cheated by some old cuss of an overseer! Just feel of my knuckles, now; look at my fist.