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board and I should have
my address in New York. When the C'mont left defendant threatened
that he would have me
back
to New York, dead or alive, if it cost him $4000. I afterwards met the Captain, and asked him to pardon my
breach, and promise to treat me like a man, and I would
go
on board and pay him proper respect. Five times he said he would do me justice. He did nothing. I afterwards, on the same day, went on board. It was
Tuesday, not Monday, the day I
went on
shore. Did not return
on board till Friday
I was afraid. On Friday I went on board the ship lying in the harbor off the town here. I told the Mate I wanted to return. The mate put
me in irons —
handcuffs. He said
he did so by the Captain's order. I
was in the second mate's berth — generally, - but the mate turned me "forward into the forecastle. I remained in the forecastle ironed till next morning. The mate came then and let me out of irons to work. I asked him if he intended to do as he did in Rio, put me in irons at night and make me work in the day.
The Captain then
came in and pulled me out by the hair
and said, "Yes, it's too good for you,
Son of a bitch." He had irons
and a cat-o'-nine tails in his hands. He hit me on the head with the
irons, and hurled me down and kicked me in the left eye after I
fell down, giving me
a black eye.