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I made no effort to get up. I was way too tired, so I laid quietly where I had fallen. He hit me with the lash over and over, but I did not whine nor struggle. This was the first time I failed giving Hal a sufficient reason to be outraged. I saw that Hal exchanged the whip for the customary club but I refused to move under the heavy blows I was now receiving. Like my mates, I was barely able to get up so I made my mind up not get up. I had a vague feeling of nearing doom. I have suffered greatly and so much so that the blows did not not hurt as much as they did before. As they fell upon me, that little spark of life within me gleamed and went out. It was almost out. I felt very strange, numb a little. Then without warning, a cry, a cry that was like the cry of an animal came from a man. John Thornton, I later learned was his name, sprung upon Hal, my owner, who held the club.
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