Slave Life in Georgia - African American History
Slave Life in Georgia - African American History
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<strong>Slave</strong> <strong>Life</strong> <strong>in</strong> <strong>Georgia</strong> 46<br />
24.03.2006<br />
we were all after. But at this moment, Billy Curtis, a planter, who was one of<br />
the party, and who was well mounted, rode up and struck me on the head with a<br />
dogwood club. the blow felled me, as though I had been shot, completely<br />
stunn<strong>in</strong>g me. When I recovered, I found myself stretched on the ground, my<br />
head bleed<strong>in</strong>g fearfully, and my master stand<strong>in</strong>g over me, with his foot on my<br />
forehead. The scar that blow made, I reta<strong>in</strong> to this day.<br />
I was now forced to get up, when they drove me to where I had seen the posts.<br />
Here they tied my hands and feet together, and pass<strong>in</strong>g the rope through the<br />
block and pulleys, hoisted me up and began to sw<strong>in</strong>g me backwards and<br />
forwards. Billy Curtis stood on one side, with a bull-whip <strong>in</strong> his hand, and<br />
David Barrett on the other, with a cowhide. My master stood a little further off<br />
laugh<strong>in</strong>g, and as Curtis and Barrett could not whip and sw<strong>in</strong>g me too, a negro<br />
was set to keep me go<strong>in</strong>g. As I swung past them, these men hit<br />
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me each a lick with their whips, and they cont<strong>in</strong>ued do<strong>in</strong>g so until I fa<strong>in</strong>ted,<br />
when I was taken down.<br />
But I was not done with yet.<br />
Many people say that half of what Mrs. Stowe and others have written about the<br />
punishments <strong>in</strong>flicted on slaves is untrue. I wish, for the sake of those who are<br />
now <strong>in</strong> bonds, that it were so. Unfortunately it is too true; and I believe half of<br />
what is done to them never comes to light. This is what happened to me next.<br />
To prevent my runn<strong>in</strong>g away any more, Stevens fixed bells and horns on my<br />
head. This is not by any means an uncommon punishment. I have seen many<br />
slaves wear<strong>in</strong>g them. A circle of iron, hav<strong>in</strong>g a h<strong>in</strong>ge beh<strong>in</strong>d, with a staple and<br />
padlock before, which hang under the ch<strong>in</strong>, is fastened round the neck. Another<br />
circle of iron fits quite close round the crown of the head The two are held<br />
together <strong>in</strong> this position by three rods of iron, which are fixed <strong>in</strong> each circle.<br />
These rods, or horns, stick out three feet above the head, and have a bell<br />
attached to each. The bells and horns do not weigh less than from twelve to<br />
fourteen pounds. When Stevens had fixed this ornament on my head, he turned<br />
me loose, and told me I might run off now if I liked.<br />
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I wore the bells and horns, day and night, for three months, and I do not th<strong>in</strong>k