She was what I call a tyrant.

I lived with her several months, but she kept me almost half of my time in the woods, running from under the bloody lash.

While I was at home she kept me all the time rubbing furniture, washing, scrubbing the floors; and when I was not doing this, she would often seat herself in a large rocking chair, with two pillows about her, and would make me rock her, and keep off the flies.

She was too lazy to scratch her own head, and would often make me scratch and comb it for her.

She would at other times lie on her bed, in warm weather, and make me fan her while she slept, scratch and rub her feet; but after awhile she got sick of me, and preferred a maiden servant to do such business.