“As we glided along, I could see that the whole country was highly
cultivated, and almost covered with cities and villages. Hundreds of
tall steepling chimneys rose from their places, and poured forth
volumes of smoke or flame, thus showing that the people, on all hands,
were busy in their various manufactories. Never did I imagine such
scenes of industry and activity.
“On arriving at Manchester, I was amazed to see so great a city; it
consisted, in part, of many buildings four and five stories high, some
of them having a hundred windows! It was night when we arrived, and
these buildings, which were chiefly cotton factories, were all lighted
up. Never did I see such a display; it seemed as if the whole city was
illuminated.
“Our bale was soon landed at one of the factories, and we were stowed
into a ware-room, almost as big as a church. Here were at least three
hundred bales of cotton, as big as ours. Thinks I to myself, it will
be a long time before it will be our turn to be spun, and twisted, and
woven into cloth. In this, however, I was mistaken, for, in about a
month, I found myself twitched out of the bale and put into a machine,
where I was picked all to pieces. I was then put into the carding
machine, which made me dance up and down and whirl about and about
with such velocity, and amid such an everlasting hubbub, that I
completely lost my senses. When I came to myself, I was made into a
smooth roll, about a yard long, and one end of me was being twisted
into thread. The room where this took place, was as big as a church,
and several thousand spindles were twirling about and twisting the
cotton into threads as fine as a hair. I was fairly giddy with the
operation, and did not feel comfortable till I found myself wound snug
and smooth upon a little spool or bobbin.
“I was not permitted to remain long in this state, for I was shortly
placed upon a loom with a multitude of other spools, and was soon
woven into a piece of fine muslin. I now went through various
operations, and was finally done up with the piece, consisting of
twenty-seven yards. I was despatched in a car, with forty-nine other
pieces, to London, and in about a month we were shipped to Brazil, in
South America. Our case was then purchased by an American merchant:
this was bought by a shopkeeper of Rio de Janeiro, who soon opened it
and took out the piece I was in and laid it upon a shelf. In a day or
two I was bought by a beautiful lady, and made into a frock for her
infant.
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