Robert Merry's Museum, Vol. VIII, July to December, 1844Various
General
Robert Merry's Museum, Vol. VIII, July to December, 1844
Various
Children's literature -- Periodicals
I now observed that we were emerging from the forest, and that
cultivated fields were opening before us. I noticed plantations upon
the hill sides, and, at a little distance, I perceived scattered
dwellings. These, however, were of a very humble cast, the sides
seeming to consist of stakes woven together with palm leaves, and the
roofs to be made either of palm leaves or straw. As we passed along,
I noticed a number of negroes engaged in various occupations; but I
discovered no white people. The population increased as we proceeded,
and when at last we entered a long, irregular street, the inhabitants
seemed to swarm like a bee-hive. Never have I seen such a strange
spectacle. The town consisted of huts, such as I have described,
and the people were all black. I had no difficulty in coming to the
conclusion that this was Maroontown--the negro settlement, through
which I had expected to pass on my journey. As we proceeded through
the street of the town, we soon attracted attention, and I became the
special object of curiosity. There were great numbers of children,
and being entirely naked, they looked like so many little monkeys.
Many of them were lying down at their ease; others were skipping and
frisking about like squirrels. Many of these began to follow us, and
when once a train had formed behind us, the plot seemed to thicken,
and we were soon surrounded by a throng of all sizes and sexes. These
flowed onward, leaping, shouting, babbling, laughing and dancing, and
performing all sorts of antics.
At length we reached a hovel of somewhat better appearance than the
rest. Here my guide dismounted, and, clearing a space among the
babbling crowd, partly by threats, and partly by blows, he took me
from the horse, and carried me into the dwelling. Placing me upon a
bed of straw, he drove out the children that had rushed into the room,
and fastened the entrance. He then spoke to his wife and daughter, no
doubt giving an account of the manner in which he had discovered me. I
became the immediate object of the care and kindness of the two women.
They provided for me some rice broth, of which I ate a little, and,
overpowered with fatigue, I fell asleep. My slumbers, however, were
disturbed, and my mind was agitated with terrific dreams. Worn out with
suffering of mind and body, my constitution gave way, and I fell into a
raging fever.
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