We have had irons specially invented to control him; and, if I am not mistaken," said the superintendent, turning to the assistant, "a new whip was required only last week." The man put his hand into the big pocket of his coat, and produced a horrible whip, of many lashes.

He exhibited this instrument of torture with every appearance of pride and pleasure.

"This is what keeps him in order, my lady," said the brute, cheerfully.

"Just take it in your hand." My aunt sprang to her feet.

She was so indignant that I believe she would have laid the whip across the man's shoulders, if his master had not pushed him back without ceremony.