it would be. It isnt the first time Ive been out in
the night, carrying water to such as you."

  "Thank you Missis, said Tom when he had done
drinking"

  "Dont call me Missis--I'm a miserable
slave like yourself--a lower one than you can ever
be," said she bitterly,--but now said she, going
to the door & dragging in a small pallaise over
which she [INSERTED: had] spread linen cloths wet with [INSERTED: cold] water
"try my poor fellow to roll yourself onto this."--

  Stiff with wounds & bruises, Tom was a long
time in accomplishing this movement, but when done
he felt a sensible relief from the cooling application
to his wounds.

  The woman, whom long practice with the
victims of brutality, had made familiar with many
healing arts, went on to make many applications
to Tom's wounds by means of which he was soon
somewhat relieved.

  "Now," said the woman, when she had raised
his head on a roll of damaged cotton which
served for a pillow--"there's the best I can do
for you."

  Tom thanked her, & the woman sitting down
on the floor, drew up her knees & embracing them
with her arms, looked fixedly [CANCELLED: at him] before
her, with a bitter & painful expression of countenance.

  Her bonnet fell back, & long wavy streams . . .

["]. . . it would be. It isn't the first time I've been out in the night, carrying water to such as you."

  "Thank you, Missis," said Tom, when he had done drinking.

  "Don't call me Missis! I'm a miserable slave, like yourself,--a lower one than you can ever be!" said she, bitterly; "but now," said she, going to the door, and dragging in a small pallaise, over which she had spread linen cloths wet with cold water, "try, my poor fellow, to roll yourself on to this."

  Stiff with wounds and bruises, Tom was a long time in accomplishing this movement; but, when done, he felt a sensible relief from the cooling application to his wounds.

  The woman, whom long practice with the victims of brutality had made familiar with many healing arts, went on to make many applications to Tom's wounds, by means of which he was soon somewhat relieved.

  "Now," said the woman, when she had raised his head on a roll of damaged cotton, which served for a pillow, "there's the best I can do for you."

  Tom thanked her; and the woman, sitting down on the floor, drew up her knees, and embracing them with her arms, looked fixedly before her, with a bitter and painful expression of countenance. Her bonnet fell back, and long wavy streams . . .