There was a bruise on Isaac's forehead and a few drops of blood mingled with the beads of perspiration.

Several lumps and scratches showed on his bare shoulders and arms, but he had escaped any serious injury.

This was a feat almost without a parallel in gauntlet running.
When he had been tied with wet buckskin thongs to the post in the center of the oval, the youths, the younger braves, and the squaws began circling round him, yelling like so many demons.

The old squaws thrust sharpened sticks, which had been soaked in salt water, into his flesh.

The maidens struck him with willows which left red welts on his white shoulders.