O good Lord what a sort of poor slaves were there, some had their skin black and blue: some had their backs striped with lashes, some were covered with rugged sacks, some had their members only hidden: some wore such ragged clothes that you might perceive all their naked bodies, some were marked and burned in the foreheads with hot irons, some had their hair half clipped, some had locks on their legs, some were ugly and evil favored, that they could scarce see, their eyes & faces were so black & dim with smoke, like those which fight together in the sands, & know not where they strike by reason of dust: And some had their faces all mealy, but how should I speak of the horses my companions, how they being old & weak, thrust their heads into the manger: they had their necks all wounded and worn away: they rattled their nostrils with a continual cough, their sides were bare with their harness and great travail, their ribs were broken with beating, their hoofs were battered broad with incessant labor, and their skin rugged by reason of their lankness.