I accordingly had a good supper and went to rest in a clay hovel, very
different to what I had been accustomed to, but I thought how much worse
my situation might have been; my fatigue and anxiety soon put me into a
sound sleep, from which I was awakened, by being violently laid hold of.
When I opened my eyes, I saw a great ugly man who held a sack and
lanthorn in his hand. Oh! oh! mistress hen, I did not expect such luck,
you will be a nice addition to my stock: he then threw me into the sack,
which he flung over his shoulder, and walked a considerable way; this
mode of carrying me, together with my sore bruises, produced such
violent pain, that I grew quite insensible; when I recovered, I found
myself confined with several of my fellow creatures in a large hen-coop,
they told me they had all been stolen by the same man, some had been
torn from their children, husbands, or parents. I asked for what
purpose. What! can you be ignorant that he intends taking us to market
to be killed, and eaten? At the thought of being exposed in my present
miserable condition to be handled by the multitude, my blood froze in my
veins.