We were all in open rebellion, that morning.

Caroline answered the command of her master to _"take hold of me,"_ precisely as Bill had answered, but in _her_, it was at greater peril so to answer; she was the slave of Covey, and he could do what he pleased with her.

It was _not_ so with Bill, and Bill knew it.

Samuel Harris, to whom Bill belonged, did not allow his slaves to be beaten, unless they were guilty of some crime which the law would punish.

But, poor Caroline, like myself, was at the mercy of the merciless Covey; nor did she escape the dire effects of her refusal.