SLAVE LIFE IN GEORGIA. 11
hair, fierce gray eyes, a very red face, and chewed
tobacco. His countenance had a very cruel ex¬
pression, and his disposition was a match for it.
He was, indeed, a very bad man, and used to flog
us dreadfully. He would make his slaves work
on one meal a day, until quite night, and after
supper, set them to burn brush or to spin cotton.
We worked from four in the morning till twelve
before we broke our fast, and from that time till
eleven or twelve at night. I should say that on
the average, and taking all the year round, we
laboured eighteen hours a day well told. He was
a captain of the patrol, which went out every
Wednesday and Saturday night, hunting " stray
niggers," and to see that none of the neighbours'
people were from quarters.
Our allowance of food was one peck of corn a
week to each full-grown slave. We never had
meat of any kind, and our usual drink was water.
Sometimes, however, we got a drink of sour milk
or a little hard cider. We used to make our corn
into homminy, hoe and Johnny-cake, and some¬
times parch it, and eat it without any other pre¬
paration. The corn was always of interior quality,
and weevil-eaten, so that though we got a peck,
it did not yield in meal what it would have done