The History of Mary Prince | Page 6

a long cow-skin[6] in his hand. I heard immediately after, the
cracking of the thong, and the house rang to the shrieks of poor Hetty,
who kept crying out, "Oh, Massa! Massa! me dead. Massa! have mercy
upon me--don't kill me outright."--This was a sad beginning for me. I
sat up upon my blanket, trembling with terror, like a frightened hound,
and thinking that my turn would come next. At length the house

became still, and I forgot for a little while all my sorrows by falling fast
asleep.
[Footnote 6: A thong of hard twisted hide, known by this name in the
West Indies.]
The next morning my mistress set about instructing me in my tasks.
She taught me to do all sorts of household work; to wash and bake,
pick cotton and wool, and wash floors, and cook. And she taught me
(how can I ever forget it!) more things than these; she caused me to
know the exact difference between the smart of the rope, the cart-whip,
and the cow-skin, when applied to my naked body by her own cruel
hand. And there was scarcely any punishment more dreadful than the
blows I received on my face and head from her hard heavy fist. She
was a fearful woman, and a savage mistress to her slaves.
There were two little slave boys in the house, on whom she vented her
bad temper in a special manner. One of these children was a mulatto,
called Cyrus, who had been bought while an infant in his mother's arms;
the other, Jack, was an African from the coast of Guinea, whom a sailor
had given or sold to my master. Seldom a day passed without these
boys receiving the most severe treatment, and often for no fault at all.
Both my master and mistress seemed to think that they had a right to
ill-use them at their pleasure; and very often accompanied their
commands with blows, whether the children were behaving well or ill.
I have seen their flesh ragged and raw with licks.--Lick--lick--they
were never secure one moment from a blow, and their lives were
passed in continual fear. My mistress was not contented with using the
whip, but often pinched their cheeks and arms in the most cruel manner.
My pity for these poor boys was soon transferred to myself; for I was
licked, and flogged, and pinched by her pitiless fingers in the neck and
arms, exactly as they were. To strip me naked--to hang me up by the
wrists and lay my flesh open with the cow-skin, was an ordinary
punishment for even a slight offence. My mistress often robbed me too
of the hours that belong to sleep. She used to sit up very late, frequently
even until morning; and I had then to stand at a bench and wash during
the greater part of the night, or pick wool and cotton; and often I have

dropped down overcome by sleep and fatigue, till roused from a state of
stupor by the whip, and forced to start up to my tasks.
Poor Hetty, my fellow slave, was very kind to me, and I used to call her
my Aunt; but she led a most miserable life, and her death was hastened
(at least the slaves all believed and said so,) by the dreadful
chastisement she received from my master during her pregnancy. It
happened as follows. One of the cows had dragged the rope away from
the stake to which Hetty had fastened it, and got loose. My master flew
into a terrible passion, and ordered the poor creature to be stripped
quite naked, notwithstanding her pregnancy, and to be tied up to a tree
in the yard. He then flogged her as hard as he could lick, both with the
whip and cow-skin, till she was all over streaming with blood. He
rested, and then beat her again and again. Her shrieks were terrible. The
consequence was that poor Hetty was brought to bed before her time,
and was delivered after severe labour of a dead child. She appeared to
recover after her confinement, so far that she was repeatedly flogged by
both master and mistress afterwards; but her former strength never
returned to her. Ere long her body and limbs swelled to a great size; and
she lay on a mat in the kitchen, till the water burst out of her body and
she died. All the slaves said that death was a good thing for poor Hetty;
but I cried very much for her death. The manner of it filled me with
horror. I could not bear to think about it; yet it was always present to
my mind for many a day.
After Hetty died all her labours fell upon me, in addition