Some of them fell to cursing and swearing, and were enraged with me for trying to save his life.

Little Simon said I was a fool; if he had bled him he would have done it to some purpose.

He would at least, have so disable his arm that he would never again try to swing a whip.

Uncle Solomon remonstrated with Simon, and told that I had done right.
The neighbouring overseers used frequently to visit Huckstep, and he, in turn, visited them.

I was sometimes present during their interviews, and heard them tell each other stories of horse-racing, negro-huntings, &c.
Some time during this season, Ludlow, who was overseer of a plantation about eight miles from ours, told of a slave of his named Thornton, who had twice attempted to escape with his wife and one child.