Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1856-12-06
TIE MIsDEMEANoR-ArrEMp PUNISHMENT.

The next day Miss Jane observing my unusual
thoughtfulness, said;
Come, now, Ann, you are not quite free. From
the airs that you have put on, would think you
had been made so.'
What have l done, Miss Jane ?" This was
asked in tone, perhaps not so obsequiousiy az
she thought it should be. Tbereupon she took
great offence.
"How dare you, Miss, speak to me in that tone
Take that" and she dealt me blow across the
forehead with a long. timber whalebone, that laid
the flesh open. | was stunned by it that | reel
ed, and should have fallen to the floor had not
supported myself by the bedpost.
Don't you dare to scream"
attempted to bind up my brow with handker-
chief. This she regarded as affectation.
''rake care, Miss Ann" she often prefxed the
Miss when she was mad by way of taunting me;
give yourself none of those important airs. III
take you down a little"
When Mr.. Summerville entered she began to
cry, saying:
Husband this nigger-wench has given me a
great deal Of impertnence Father never allowed
ed it; now want to know if you will not protect
me from such insults"
Certainly, my love, I'll not allow any one, white
or black to insult yon. Ann how daIe you give
your mistress impudence %
II did not mean it, Master William" | had
thus addressed him ever since his marriage.
| attempted to relate the conversation that had
occurred wherein Miss Jane thought had been
impudent, when she suddenly sprang up exclam-
ing:
"Do you allow negro to give testimony against
your own wife?"
Certainly not"
"Now, Mr.. Summervle," she was getting angry
with him. 81 require you to whip that girl severely
if you don't do it-why-" and she ground her
teeth fiercely.
81 will have her whipped, my DEAR but I cannot
whip her."
"Why can't you ?" and the lady's eye flashed. .
because should be injured by it. Gentlemen
do not correct negroes; they hire others to do that
sort of business"
"Ah, well, then, lire some one who will do it
we'll"
"Come with me, Ann" he said to me- as stood
speechless with fear and modification.
"Seeing him again motion me to follow forget
ful of the inj ustice that had been done me, and
the honest resentment should feel-forgetful of
everything but the humiliation to which they were
going to subject me-fell on my knees before Miss
Jane, and besought her to excuse, to forgive me,
and | would never offend her again.
Don't dare to ask mercy of me. You know
that am too much like father to spare niger"
All, we'll knew it and vainly sued to her.
| might have known that she rejoiced too much in
the sport; and had she been in the country, would
have asked no higher pleasurethan to attend to it
personally. A negro's scream Of agony was mu-
sic to her ears.
I:governed myself as we'll as could while fol-
lowed Mr.. Summerville through the halls and
winding galleries. Down flights of steps, through
passages and lobbys we went, until at last we
landed in the cellar. There Mr.. Summervile sur
rendered me to the of Mr.. Monkton, the bar
keeper of the establishment duly appointed and
fitted for the Office of slave-whipping.
"IIere," said Mr. Summervile, "gve this girl
good, genteel whipping: but no cruelty, Monkton.
and here is your fee;" so saying he handed him
then left the dismal cellar.
l have since read long and learned accounts of |
The gloomy subterranean cells, in which the cruel
ministers of the Spanish Inquisition performed
heir horrible deeds; and think this cellar very
nearly resembled them. There it was, with its