When it worketh upon
him he is Dull and Overcast and may not Labour untill it be
gone. And then will he rise and Speak strange and sometimes
Terrible things, and Prophesy. In the old times my Father
smil'd, and let him be. But here 't is otherwise. When
Shooba's Spiritt made him Heavy and Sleepy, and when he woke
again and Spoke, mine Uncle's new Overseer had the old man
Whip't. Twice did this Happen before I knew of It.
Then went I to the Overseer, with Indignation, and said:
"Do not whip Shooba, any more. 'T is Monstrous, to Whip an
old man that hath a Spiritt! 'T is not true he makes
dissentions and plots Revolt among the slaves. 'T is not
true he is lazy & will not Work. There is no better Workman
than Shooba. 'T is only true you are a cruel man and misuse
your Power."
Flick'd with his Whip his worsted Stockings. Said in a
hateful voice: "'Taint your place, Miss, to be a-giving of
orders to the Overseer. I take orders only from them that
has the right to Give 'em. When I think that old Nigger
ought to be whipt, whipt he 'll be.
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