Great Britain -- History, Naval -- 19th century -- Fiction; Napoleonic Wars, 1800-1815 -- Fiction
"Gemmen, I dare say you all very sorry; you be more sorry by-and-by.
Captain, I beg your pardon; Mr W---, Mr G (the two planters), I beg
your pardon; I not mean hurt you, but could not help it. Now I tell all
company, all drink the pison water--because I not like die on the
jibbit, I drink de pison water--Gemmen your dinner all pison, and you
all pisoned. Yes, all pisoned," cried Mammy Crissobella at the highest
pitch of her voice, and rushing out of the room.
At this announcement, I started from my chair and clasped my hands, as
if in agony. I looked round me--never did I witness such a variety of
horror as was expressed in the different faces at the hotel. The old
planter; Mr D, who sat next to me, and who was in the secret as well as
Mr G, laid his head on the table with a groan. "The Lord have mercy on
my sins," exclaimed Mr G; Mr Lieutenant Maxwell looked me in the face,
and then burst into tears; Mr Lieutenant Dott put his fingers down his
throat, and with three or four more getting rid of their dinner as fast
as they could.
At last I sprang up to ring the bell; no one answered. I rang again
more furiously. At last a slave appeared.
"Where's my servant?"
"Not here, sar."
"Where's all the people of the house?"
"All with missy, sar; Mammy Crissobella die."
"Run down then to the beach, and desire the surgeon of the brig to come
up immediately."
"Yes, sar," replied the negro, leaving the room.
"Oh, I feel it now--here," exclaimed I, putting my hand to my chest;
"I'm suffocating."
"And so do I," replied one of the midshipmen, weeping.
The girl Leila now entered the room in tears. "Mammy dead," said she.
"Oh Captain Keene, I very sorry for you: you come with me, I give you
something. I know how stop pison."
"Do you, Leila? then give it me; quick, quick."
"Yes, yes; give it us quick."
"I not stuff enough but I make more when I gib what I ab to Captain
Keene. You all stay still, not move; pose you move about, make pison
work. I come back soon as I can."
Leila then took my arm and led me tottering out of the room, when I went
to Mammy Crissobella, and laughed till I cried; but the punishment was
not over. After remaining about ten minutes looking at each other, but
neither speaking nor moving, in pursuance of Leila's direction, with the
utmost despair in their countenances, they were gladdened by the return
of Leila with a large jug, out of which she administered a glass of some
compound or another to each of them. I watched at the door, and the
eagerness with which they jostled and pushed each other to obtain the
dose before the rest was very amusing, and never did they swallow any
liquor with so much avidity, little imagining that, instead of taking
what was to cure them, they were now taking what was to make them very
sick; but so it was; and in a few minutes afterwards the scene of
groaning, crying, screaming, writhing with pain, was quite awful.
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