1 The blood was yet oozing from the wound on my head.
2 His horses were of the finest form and noblest blood.
3 His presence made it both the field of blood and of blasphemy.
4 From the crown of my head to my feet, I was covered with blood.
5 My hair was all clotted with dust and blood; my shirt was stiff with blood.
6 It was enough to chill the blood and stiffen the hair of an ordinary man to hear him talk.
7 His mangled body sank out of sight, and blood and brains marked the water where he had stood.
8 The louder she screamed, the harder he whipped; and where the blood ran fastest, there he whipped longest.
9 This gave me assurance, and I held him uneasy, causing the blood to run where I touched him with the ends of my fingers.
10 I considered him as getting entirely the worst end of the bargain; for he had drawn no blood from me, but I had from him.
11 For a time I thought I should bleed to death; and think now that I should have done so, but that the blood so matted my hair as to stop the wound.
12 I have seen him whip a woman, causing the blood to run half an hour at the time; and this, too, in the midst of her crying children, pleading for their mother's release.
13 I had been at my new home but one week before Mr. Covey gave me a very severe whipping, cutting my back, causing the blood to run, and raising ridges on my flesh as large as my little finger.
14 Mrs. Hamilton used to sit in a large chair in the middle of the room, with a heavy cowskin always by her side, and scarce an hour passed during the day but was marked by the blood of one of these slaves.
15 I have often been awakened at the dawn of day by the most heart-rending shrieks of an own aunt of mine, whom he used to tie up to a joist, and whip upon her naked back till she was literally covered with blood.
16 While down in this situation, Mr. Covey took up the hickory slat with which Hughes had been striking off the half-bushel measure, and with it gave me a heavy blow upon the head, making a large wound, and the blood ran freely; and with this again told me to get up.
17 Mr. Gore lived in St. Michael's, Talbot county, Maryland, when I left there; and if he is still alive, he very probably lives there now; and if so, he is now, as he was then, as highly esteemed and as much respected as though his guilty soul had not been stained with his brother's blood.
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