How did you do it--in a boat ?" "No, Baas.

The Baas knows that I am strong, my Spirit who gave me ugliness gave me strength also to make up for it, and it is well, for had I been beautiful as you are, Baas, and not very strong, I should have been a slave now, or dead.

With my chained hands I choked him who was set to watch me, and took his knife.

Then by my strength I broke the irons--see, Baas, here are the scars of them to this day.

When I broke them they cut into my flesh, but they were old irons that had been on many slaves, so I mastered them.