very reluctantly done. But what a sight! The back of his shirt was
like one solid scab! I made him open his collar, and I drew the shirt
off from his shoulders and from the appearance of the shoulders and
back it must have been cut to one mass of raw flesh six weeks before,
as there were still large unhealed sores. I told him he must sit here
until I called in my son and son-in-law to see it. As they looked upon
that man's back and arms, and walked around him, said Levi Camburn, my
son-in-law:

"Mother, I would shoot the villain that did that as quick as I could
get sight at him."

"But, Levi," I replied, "he is not fit to die."

"No, and he never will be; and the quicker he goes to the place where
he belongs the better. Indeed, I would shoot him as quick as I would a
squirrel if I could see him."

Joseph, my son, responded:

"I think Levi is about right, mother; the quicker such a demon is out
of the world the better."

"I know this is a sad sight for us to look upon; but I did not call
you in to set you to fighting."

Many of my friends, and my son-in-law Levi, had thought me rather
severe in judging the mass of slaveholders by the few unprincipled men
who had fallen under my special notice; but I never heard of any
remark whatever from my son-in-law or neighbors, after this incident,