He swore at me, and told me to take the whip and help him.

We tried for a little time, then I told him it was no use, they could never do it.

He swore louder and called to the leaders to come on with their whips, and together they lashed.

There was one ox, a black ox, so thin that the ridge of his backbone almost cut through his flesh.
"'It is you, devil, is it, that will not pull ?' the transport-rider said.

'I will show you something.' He looked like a devil.
"He told the boys to leave off flogging, and he held the ox by the horn, and took up a round stone and knocked its nose with it till the blood came.