"James," said he, addressing me, "Uncle Solomon stands there, for all the world, like a Hickory Quaker.

His spirit don't move.
I'll see if another spirit wont move it." He compelled the old preacher to swallow the brandy; and then told him to preach and exhort, for the spirit was in him.

He set one of the Bibles on fire, and after it was consumed, mixed up the ashes of it in a glass of water, and compelled the old man to drink it, telling him that as the spirit and the word were now both in him, there was no longer any excuse for not preaching.
After tormenting the wearied old man in this way until nearly midnight he permitted him to go to his quarters.
The next day I saw Uncle Solomon, and talked with him about his treatment.

He said it would not always be so--that slavery was to come to an end, for the Bible said so--that there would then be no more whippings and fightings, but the lion the lamb would lie down together, and all would be love.

He said he prayed for Huckstep--that it was not he but the devil in him who behaved so.