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PUNISHMENT OF CAT-HAWLING.
A resident in America says- “ When I was a boy, on a short ramble from my father’s house a I encountered a neighbouring farmer, who had a coloured citizen tied to a large log or tree lying on the ground. The man was lying on his face uncovered from his neck downwards. His driver had been lacerating him most mercilessly, until his back was one mass of blood and flesh cut up pieces, which were commingled and slowly amalgamating together. To complete the tortures of his wretched victim, who could scarcely move on account of the tightness with which his hands, feet, and neck were tied to a tree, the citizen slaver caught a large cat and so fastened the animal that, in endeavouring to get lose, its claws continually tore the slave’s already gory back, until the villain’s vengeance was glutted, when he released the cat, administered the usual plaster, salt, pepper, vinegar, &c., and ordered the son of anguish to resume his labour.” Well might the witness of such a specimen of American freedom declare “My heart sickened.”
A resident in America says- “ When I was a boy, on a short ramble from my father’s house a I encountered a neighbouring farmer, who had a coloured citizen tied to a large log or tree lying on the ground. The man was lying on his face uncovered from his neck downwards. His driver had been lacerating him most mercilessly, until his back was one mass of blood and flesh cut up pieces, which were commingled and slowly amalgamating together. To complete the tortures of his wretched victim, who could scarcely move on account of the tightness with which his hands, feet, and neck were tied to a tree, the citizen slaver caught a large cat and so fastened the animal that, in endeavouring to get lose, its claws continually tore the slave’s already gory back, until the villain’s vengeance was glutted, when he released the cat, administered the usual plaster, salt, pepper, vinegar, &c., and ordered the son of anguish to resume his labour.” Well might the witness of such a specimen of American freedom declare “My heart sickened.”
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