🚀 go-pugleaf

I was to say when
    I was questioned. She told me I must swear I was her own daughter.
    The Judge asked, 'Is this your own mother?' and I said, 'Yes.'
    This was a lie, but I did not know it was wrong to do as I was
    told, and I was afraid of my mistress. The Judge said, 'Did this
    woman give you birth?' and I said, 'Yes.' The Judge said, 'Did
    anybody tell you to say all this?" and I said, 'No,' because my
    mistress had instructed me how to answer this question, if it was
    asked me. She taught me on ship-board what to say if I was taken
    to court. My mistress was an opium smoker, and she and her husband
    had awful quarrels, which made her bad-tempered, and then she
    would beat me for no reason. I used to get so tired working hard,
    and then she would beat me. She beat me with thick sticks of
    fire-wood. She would lay me on the bench, lift my clothes, and
    beat me on the back. Another day she would beat me thus with the
    fire tongs. One day she took a hot flat-iron, removed my clothes,
    and held it on my naked back until I howled with pain. (There
    was a large scab on her back from this burn when she came to the
    Mission.) The scars on my body are proof of my bad treatment. My
    forehead is all scars caused by her throwing heavy pieces of wood
    at my head. One cut a large gash, and the blood ran out. She
    stopped the bleeding and hid me away. She beat my legs one day
    until they were all swollen up. I thought I better get away before
    she killed me. When she was having her hair washed and dressed I
    ran away. I had heard of t