I spare you the details of that nauseating picture.

It is, after all, with the fate of Peter Blood that we are concerned rather than with that of the Monmouth rebels.
He survived to be included in one of those melancholy droves of prisoners who, chained in pairs, were marched from Bridgewater to Taunton.

Those who were too sorely wounded to march were conveyed in carts, into which they were brutally crowded, their wounds undressed and festering.

Many were fortunate enough to die upon the way.

When Blood insisted upon his right to exercise his art so as to relieve some of this suffering, he was accounted importunate and threatened with a flogging.