Attracted by the noise of fearful screams in Mr. Ferraby’s own yard, he went up, and saw a slave girl stretched out on the ground on her face, her hands and feet tied fast to stakes, her master standing over her, beating her with a leather trace from a harness, every blow of which raised the flesh if it did not gash it, and now and then kicking her in the face with his heavy boots when she screamed too loud. When he had become exhausted by this benevolent exertion, our ‘patriarch’ sent for sealing-wax and a lighted lamp, and dropped the blazing wax into the gashes; after which, finally, his arm being rested apparently, he switched the whip out again … And the offense of the girl was burning the waffles for her master’s breakfast.