He struck her only two blows, for the second one cut open her side and abdomen with a frightful gash.

Unable to look on any longer in silence, I entreated him to stop, as I feared he had killed her.

The overseer looked at the wound--dropped his whip, and ordered her to be untied.

She was carried into the house in a state of insensibility, and died in three days after.
During the whole season of picking cotton, the whip was frequently and severely plied.

In his seasons of intoxication, the overseer made no distinction between the stout man and the feeble and delicate woman--the sick and the well.