The slaves on some of the neighboring plantations were certainly worse clothed and fed, and more frequently and cruelly whipped than ours.

Whenever the saw them they complained of over working and short feeding.

One of Flincher's, and one of Sturtivant's hands ran away, while I was in Alabama: and after remaining in the woods awhile, and despairing of being able to effect their escape, resolved to put an end to their existence and their slavery together.

Each twisted himself a vine of the muscadine grape, and fastened one end around the limb of an oak, and made a noose in the other.

Jacob, Flincher's man, swung himself off first, and expired after a long struggle.