Great Britain -- History, Naval -- 19th century -- Fiction; Napoleonic Wars, 1800-1815 -- Fiction
I must acknowledge that I felt very much like going into the lion's den,
when the next morning, on his ringing the cabin bell, I presented myself
to the captain; but so far from being in an ill-humour, he was very kind
to me.
After breakfast, as I was going out, he said to me, "You must have a
name: I shall call you Cato--recollect that; and now I have a question
to ask you--What is that which you carry round your neck on a ribbon?"
"A letter, sir," replied I.
"A letter! and why do you carry a letter?"
"Because it is of the greatest importance to me."
"Indeed! Now, Cato, sit down on the other sofa, and let me know your
history."
I felt that I could not do better than to make this man at once my
confidant. He might take a strong interest in me, and it was not likely
to go farther. I therefore told him everything connected with my birth
and parentage, what my suspicions had been, and how the letter had
confirmed them. I unsewed the seal-skin, and gave him the letter to
read--without being aware that he could read: he took it and read it
aloud.
"Yes," said he, "that's proof under his own hand; and now, Cato, never
be afraid of me, for, however I may wreak my vengeance upon others, I
swear _by my colour_ that I never will hurt you, or permit others to do
so. I am a tiger--I know it; but you have often seen a little spaniel
caressed by the tiger, whose fangs are turned against every other living
thing. You are quite safe."
"I feel I am, since you say so," replied I; "and since I am to be your
pet, I shall take liberties, and ask you, in return, to tell me your
history."
"I am glad that you have asked it, as I wish you to know it. I will
begin at once--
"I was born in America, in the state of Pennsylvania, of free parents.
My father was a sail-maker, and was worth money; bet a free black in
America is even worse treated and more despised than a slave. I had two
brothers, who went to school with me.
"My father intended to bring me up for the Church. You look astonished;
but in the States we have clergymen of our colour, as well as white
ones; looked down upon and despised, I grant, although they do teach the
Word of God; but I was very unfit for that profession, as you may
suppose. I was very proud and haughty; I felt that I was as good as a
white man, and I very often got into scrapes from my resenting injuries.
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