.When she came to she heard buzzing in her ears and everything still looked black though it wasn't yet evening. It must have been afternoon but there was no sunlight. Somebody had cut her loose from the post and left her huddled in a heap on the ground at the bottom of the whipping post. At first she thought it was night because all she could see looked black. She looked at her hands and her arms and she pulled at the shreds of rags on her legs and all her flesh looked black. She was as black as a man's black hat and she was black like that all over. She looked around her on the ground and saw blood splattered and clotted around her while something glistened white like salt. Although her mind were still dazed, she knew now why her back was still on fire and she felt as if she were lying on a bed of red-hot needles and iron. It was the salt someone had thrown on her bleeding raw back. She was too weak to move . She wondered why she was still living, because they must have meant to kill her. "Why has God let me live? All the black people must be scared to come and get me until it is black dark. Maybe they think I'm dead. Lawd have mercy, Jesus! Send somebody to get me soon, please Jesus!" The flies were making the buzzing sound and she felt her body throbbing in a rhythm with the flies. Fever parched her lips and eyes and her bruised hands and ran through her brutalized flesh. Question why did vyry’s friends wait until after dark to help her ?