My words seemed to exasperate him. He seized a rope, caught me roughly, and tried to tie me. I resisted with all my strength, but he was the stronger of the two, and after a hard struggle succeeded in binding my hands and
tearing my dress from my back. Then he picked up a rawhide, and began to ply it freely over my shoulders. With
steady hand and practised eye he would raise the instrument of torture, nerve himself for a blow, and with
fearful force the rawhide descended upon the quivering flesh. It cut the skin, raised great welts, and the warm
blood trickled down my back. Oh God! I can feel the torture now--the terrible, excruciating agony of those
moments. I did not scream; I was too proud to let my tormentor know what I was suffering. I closed my lips
firmly, that not even a groan might escape from them, and I stood like a statue while the keen lash cut deep into
my flesh. As soon as I was released, stunned with pain, bruised and bleeding, I went home and rushed into the
presence of the pastor and his wife, wildly exclaiming: "Master Robert, why did you let Mr. Bingham flog me?
What have I done that I should be so punished?"
9. What mood has Keckley set in the description of this event?
10. Type five words that help create that mood for the reader