His only weapon was a sword made from a scythe which he had stolen from a neighboring plantation.

His dress, his character, his manners, and his mode of fighting were all in keeping with the early training he had received in the land of his birth.

He moved about with the activity of a cat, and neither the thickness of the trees nor the depth of the water could stop him.

He was a bold, turbulent spirit; and, from motives of revenge, he imbrued his hands in the blood of all the whites he could meet.
Hunger, thirst, and loss of sleep, he seemed made to endure, as if by peculiarity of constitution.

His air was fierce, his step oblique, his look sanguinary.
Such was the character of one of the negroes in the Southampton Insurrection.