It seemed to cut into my very heart.

I felt the blood gush, and run down my back.

I fainted at length under the torture, and on being taken down, my shoes contained blood which ran from the gashes in my back.

The skin was worn off from by breast, arms, and thighs, against the rough bark of the tree.

I was sick and feverish, and in great pain for three weeks afterwards; most of which time I was obliged to lie with my face downwards, in consequence of the extreme soreness of my sides and back, Huckstep himself seemed concerned about me, and would come frequently to see me, and tell me that he should not have touched me had it not been for "the cursed peach brandy." Almost the first person that I was compelled to whip after I recovered, was the man who pushed at my back when I was tied up to the tree.