Virginia -- History -- Colonial period, ca. 1600-1775 -- Fiction
In the upper gallery, where no payment was
exacted, many servants with a sprinkling of favorite mulatto or mustee
slaves; in the boxes the lustre and sweep of damask and brocade, light
laughter, silvery voices, the flutter of fans; everywhere the vividness
and animation of a strangely compounded society, where the shadows were
deep and the lights were high.
Nor did the conversation of so motley an assemblage lack a certain
pictorial quality, a somewhat fantastic opulence of reference and
allusion. Of what might its members speak while they waited for the
drawing aside of the piece of baize which hung between them and an
Oriental camp? There was the staple of their wealth, a broad-leafed
plant, the smoke of whose far-spread burning might have wrapped its
native fields in a perpetual haze as of Indian summer; and there
was the warfare, bequeathed from generation to generation, against
the standing armies of the forest, that subtle foe that slept not,
retreated not, whose vanguard, ever falling, ever showed unbroken ranks
beyond. Trapper and trader and ranger might tell of trails through the
wilderness vast and hostile, of canoes upon unknown waters, of beasts
of prey, creatures screaming in the night-time through the ebony woods.
Of Indian villages, also, and of red men who, in the fastnesses that
were left them, took and tortured and slew after strange fashions. The
white man, strong as the wind, drove the red man before his face like
an autumn leaf, but he beckoned to the black man, and the black man
came at his call. He came in numbers from a far country, and the manner
of his coming was in chains. What he had to sell was valuable, but the
purchase price came not into his hands. Of him also mention was made
to-night. The master of the tall ship that had brought him into the
James or the York, the dealer to whom he was consigned, the officer
of the Crown who had cried him for sale, the planter who had bought
him, the divine who preached that he was of a race accursed,--all
were there, and all had interest in this merchandise. Others in the
throng talked of ships both great and small, and the quaintness of
their names, the golden flowers and golden women, the swift birds and
beasts, the namesakes of Fortune or of Providence, came pleasantly upon
the ear. The still-vexed Bermoothes, Barbadoes, and all the Indies
were spoken of; ports to the north and ports to the south, pirate
craft and sunken treasure, a flight, a fight, a chase at sea. The men
from Norfolk talked of the great Dismal and its trees of juniper and
cypress, the traders of trading, the masters from William and Mary of
the humanities. The greater men, authoritative and easy, owners of
flesh and blood and much land, holders of many offices and leaders of
the people, paid their respects to horse-racing and cock-fighting,
cards and dice; to building, planting, the genteelest mode of living,
and to public affairs both in Virginia and at home in England. Old
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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