A carriage passing by jammed against the nag, which caused him to break from the man who was leading him, and in his fright throw me off backwards.

My hands being confined with irons, and my feet tied under the horse with a rope, I had no power to help myself.

I fell back off of the horse and could not extricate myself from this dreadful condition; the horse kicked with all his might while I was tied so close to his rump that he could only strike me with his legs by kicking.
The breath was kicked out of my body, but my bones were not broken.

No one who saw my situation would have given five dollars for me.

It was thought by all that I was dead and would never come to life again.
When the horse was caught the cords were cut from my limbs, and I was rubbed with whiskey, camphor, &c, which brought me to life again.
Many bystanders expressed sympathy for me in my deplorable condition, and contempt for the tyrant who tied me to the young horse.
I was then driven through the streets of the city with my little family on foot, to jail, wherein I was locked with handcuffs yet on.