She failed--nature could do no more--and sick and despairing, she sought her cabin.

There the overseer met her and inflicted fifty more lashes upon her already lacerated back.
The next morning was the Sabbath.

It brought no joy to that suffering woman.

Instead of the tones of the church bell summoning to the house of prayer, she heard the dreadful sound of the lash falling upon the backs of her brethren and sisters in bondage.

For the voice of prayer she heard curses.