Great Britain -- History -- Stuarts, 1603-1714 -- Fiction
These things, I understand, are of the greatest use to
a sailor and necessary to an officer. Armed with this knowledge,
and the recommendation of his superiors, Barnaby was promoted from
before the mast and became what they call a mate, and so rose by
degrees until he was at last second captain. But by this time he had
made many voyages to the West Indies, to New York and Baltimore,
and to the West Coast of Africa in the service of his owners, and,
I daresay, had procured much wealth for them, though but little for
himself. And, being at Rotterdam upon his owners' business, he was
easily persuaded--being always a stout Protestant, and desirous to
strike a blow in revenge for the ejection of his father--to engage
as sailing Master on board the frigate which brought over the Duke
of Monmouth and his company, and then to join him on his landing.
This was the sum of what he had to tell me. He had seen many strange
people, wonderful things, and monsters of the deep: Indians, whom
the cruelty and avarice of the Spaniards have well-nigh destroyed,
the sugar plantations in the islands, negro slaves, negroes free in
their own country, sharks and calamaries (of which I had read and
heard)--he had seen all these things, and still remained (in his
mind, I mean) as if he had seen nothing. So wonderfully made are
some men that, whatever they see, they are in no way moved.
I say, then, that Barnaby answered my questions, as we rode along,
briefly, and as if such matters troubled him not. When I asked him,
for example, how the poor miserable slaves liked being captured and
sold and put on board ship crowded together for so long a voyage,
Barnaby replied that he did not know, his business being to buy
them and carry them across the water, and if they rebelled on board
ship to shoot them down or flog them; and when they got to Jamaica
to sell them: where, if they would not work, they would be flogged
until they came to a better mind. If a man was born a negro, what
else, he asked, could he expect?
There was one question which I greatly desired to ask him, but dared
not. It concerned the welfare of his soul. Presently, however,
Barnaby answered that question, before I put it.
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