Even to these children she was often fiendish in her brutality.

She pursued her son Phil, one day, in{58} my presence, with a huge butcher knife, and dealt a blow with its edge which left a shocking gash on his arm, near the wrist.

For this, old master did sharply rebuke her, and threatened that if she ever should do the like again, he would take the skin off her back.

Cruel, however, as Aunt Katy was to her own children, at times she was not destitute of maternal feeling, as I often had occasion to know, in the bitter pinches of hunger I had to endure.

Differing from the practice of Col.