Advertisements are from time to time inserted, stating that slaves have escaped […] marked with the lash, branded with red-hot irons, the initials of their master’s name burned into their flesh;

Now that the fields are dank and ways are mire.

our antagonists in these controversies

The fall armyworm, scourge of young pretassel corn, grows up to be a nondescript brown moth about the length of a long finger’s knuckle.