"Take off your jacket, you old rascal!" and off came Barney's jacket.

"Down on your knees!" down knelt the old man, his shoulders bare, his bald head glistening in the sun, and his aged knees on the cold, damp ground.

In his humble and debasing attitude, the master--that master to whom he had given the best years and the best strength of his life--came forward, and laid on thirty lashes, with his horse whip.

The old man bore it patiently, to the last, answering each blow with a slight shrug of the shoulders, and a groan.
I cannot think that{89} Col.

Lloyd succeeded in marring the flesh of Old Barney very seriously, for the whip was a light, riding whip; but the spectacle of an aged man--a husband and a father--humbly kneeling before a worm of the dust, surprised and shocked me at the time; and since I have grown old enough to think on the wickedness of slavery, few facts have been of more value to me than this, to which I was a witness.