Great Britain -- History -- Stuarts, 1603-1714 -- Fiction
It was about the third week in September when I embarked, and about
the third week in November when the ship made her port. Therefore,
I take it that it was one day about the beginning of the year 1686,
when Madam came to the work-room and told me that a ship had arrived
carrying a cargo of two hundred rebels and more, sent out to work
upon the Plantations, like myself, for the term of ten years. She
also told me that the master was gone to the Bridge in order to
buy some of them. Not, she said, that he wanted more hands; but he
expected that there would be among them persons of quality, who
would be glad to buy their freedom. He still, she told me, looked
to make a great profit out of myself, and was thinking to sell me,
unless my friends in England speedily sent proposals for my ransom,
to the young planter who was in love with me. This did not displease
me. I have not thought it necessary to tell how Mr. Anstiss came
often to the estate, and continually devised schemes for looking
at me, going to the Ingenio, whence he could see those who sat in
the work-room, and even sending me letters, vowing the greatest
extravagance of passion--I say I was not displeased, because there
was in this young gentleman's face a certain goodness of disposition
clearly marked; so that even if I became his property I thought I
might persuade him to relinquish thoughts of love, even if I had to
trust myself entirely to his honour and tell him all. But, as you
shall hear, this project of the master's was brought to naught.
As for the rebels, I was curious to see them. Some I might
recognise; to some I might perhaps be of a little use at the outset
in guarding them against dangers. I did not fear, or think it
likely, that there would be any among them whom I might know or who
might know me. Yet the thing which I least suspected, and the least
feared--a thing which one would have thought so unlikely as to make
the event a miracle--nay, call it rather the merciful ordering of
all--that thing, I say, actually happened.
The newly-bought servants arrived at about five in the evening.
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