Another held up his arm, from which the hand had been lopped.
A third pointed to the places where his ears once had been.

Another showed the scar of a hot iron on his arms and legs.

Some went through a pantomime, which told its tale of an attack upon some solitary hut, the slaughter of the old and infirm, and the dragging away of the men and women into slavery.

Others spoke of long periods of labor, in a bent position, in a mine, under the cruel whip of the taskmaster.

All had their tale of barbarity and cruelty to recite and, as each speaker contributed his quota, the anger and excitement of the rest rose.
"Poor devils!" Ned said; "no wonder that they are savage against us.