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Maxwell took a more moderate view. 'We don't flog much on Falconhurst. Only two cases all last year that I recollect--both fer stealin'. But when we flogs we flogs good--we lays it on well.'
'Only way,' declared Brownlee.
'Only way, suh. Course, we don't use a snake to nip hunks out of the meat and ruin a Wench. No, suh. I had me made a couple of paddles, a big one and a littler one fer saplin's and wenches, made out of sole leather with holes drilled through 'em. Hang 'em up, jest by the ankles, never by the toes 'lessen you twist 'em, with the legs spread wide as you kin spread 'em, and a rag stuffed in they mouth. Then take that big paddle and whup her right on the butt. Why, you git the skin offn a Wenches rump in no time at all, and finish up with a good dosin' of this here pimentade, as Ham was tellin' you. Then go away and let the Wench hang and smart fer an hour or two, you got a good servant, a good servant, suh, from then on. Yes, suh, no wench don't want a second dose like it.'
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