They were not only flogged, but they were kept on bread and water alone, for many days.

A few days after we were put in this prison, Garrison came and took my wife and child out, I knew not for what purpose, nor to what place, but after the absence of several days I supposed that he had sold them.

But one morning, the outside door was thrown open, and Malinda thrust in by the ruthless hand of Garrison, whose voice was pouring forth the most bitter oaths and abusive language that could be dealt out to a female; while her heart-rending shrieks and sobbing, was truly melting to the soul of a father and husband.
The language of Malinda was, "Oh! my dear little child is gone?
What shall I do?
my child is gone." This most distressing sound struck a sympathetic chord through all the prison among the prisoners.

I was not permitted to go to my wife and inquire what had become of little Frances.

I never expected to see her again, for I supposed that she was sold.
That night, however, I had a short interview with my much abused wife, who told me the secret.