Beadle's Dime Novels No. 33: Maum Guinea and Her Plantation Children — page 104: what you’re looking at

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96 MAUM GUINEA. any but de innocent—dem dey suspected as having had any- ving to do wid de insurrectioners, dey hanged, and whipped, and burned—yes, burned—oh, Lord!’ here the story-teller drew in her breath with a strange, inward gurgle and shriek, ‘which made“every one of her auditory jump to their fect ana sink back again. “ Dey burned Nelson,” she continued, after several moments of silence. “I'll tell you how ’twas. You see dey came, great lot o’ white folks one day, and dey took me, and dey tell me my husband was arrested, and in Jerusalem jail; and dey say if I fess w’edder he was guilty or not, and tell all I know ’bout Nat Turner, dey wouldn’ punish me, dey’d let me be in peace—but if I didn’ tell every word I knowed, dey would whip me till I couldn’t stand. I tol ’em, I shouldn’ say nothin’ agin my own husband, and I didn’ know nothin’ "bout Nat Turner—I’d never see’d him but once, and I didn’ know nothing "bout him, good or bad. I knew w’at was comin’, and I prayed deep and still to de Lord above to pity me; but . I wouldn’ tell on Nelson. Dey stripped me stark naked, tied me up, and whipped me till I was most dead; but I wouldn‘t ‘fess. I fainted away, and dey throw pickle on me, and left me; and next day dey come back and tie me up ag’in and ' whip me on my raw back, and den dey turn me round and whip me t’odder side, till I was raw all round. I kin show you de scars, dey’re on my breast, dey’re on my back. But my lips was shut, only I screamed at fust; till I got beyond dat, and passed away to anodder world—a hell of misery, where it peared to me I'd lived a hundred years, wid devils yelling ’round me, and red-hot fire a falling on me all de time. So at last dey give me up, ’kase dey tought I was dead anyhow. But I come to; de old cook, who was 80 ole and foolish dey let her alone, she nussed me up; and dar | lay, day arter day, so sore I couldn’ stir, wondering what comicloooks.comn