Great Britain -- History -- Stuarts, 1603-1714 -- Fiction
Then this officer went away followed by his beadles, who cast eyes
of regret upon us, as if longing to stay and exercise their wands
of office upon the prisoners' backs. This done, we were ordered to
march out. My master's horse was waiting for him, led by a negro;
and two of his overseers, also mounted and carrying whips in their
hands, waited his commands. He spoke with them a few minutes, and
then rode away.
They brought a long cart with a kind of tilt to it, drawn by two
asses (here they call them assinegoes), and invited me courteously
to get into it. It was loaded with cases and boxes, and a negro
walked beside the beasts. Then we set out upon our march. First
walked the twenty servants--men and women--newly bought by the
master; after them, or at their side, rode the overseers, roughly
calling on the laggards to quicken their pace, and cracking their
whips horribly. Then came the cart in which I sat. The sun was high
in the heavens, for it was not more than three of the clock; the
road was white and covered with dust; and the distance was about six
or seven miles, and we went slowly, so that it was already nigh unto
sunset when we arrived at the master's estate.
Thus was I, a gentlewoman born, sold in the Island of Barbadoes for
a slave. Sixty pounds the price I fetched. Oh! even now, when it is
all passed long since, I remember still with shame how I stood upon
the quarter-deck, my hood thrown back, while all those men gazed
upon me, and passed their ribald jests, and cried out the money they
would give for me!
CHAPTER XXXVI.
THE FIRST DAY OF SERVITUDE.
Thus began my captivity. Thus I began to sit beside the waters of
Babylon, more wretched than the daughters of Zion, because they wept
together, while I wept alone. I looked for no release or escape
until the Lord should mercifully please to call me away by opening
the Gate of Death. For even if I were released--if by living out
the ten years of servitude I could claim my freedom, of what use
would it be to me? Whither could I fly? where hide myself? Yet you
shall hear, if you will read, how a way, terrible at first and full
of peril, was unexpectedly opened, and in what strange manner was
wrought my deliverance.
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