Salt Water: The Sea Life and Adventures of Neil D'Arcy the MidshipmanKingston, William Henry Giles
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Salt Water: The Sea Life and Adventures of Neil D'Arcy the Midshipman
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Midshipmen -- Juvenile fiction; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
"Not if you were to go down on your knees and pray till to-morrow
morning," replied the Yankee, slowly. "Niggers are niggers, and they
can't be otherwise. If you and your people like to come aboard, you are
welcome. You've got my answer, Sir."
"Then, sir," exclaimed Waller, rising from his seat, "I'll trust to the
negroes' God, to mine, and to yours, for that help which you deny them.
May you never be in the same strait and seek in vain for help. Good
day, sir."
The Yankee looked at us with an expression more of surprise than anger
as we left the brig's deck.
"Stay! you are not a bad chap, I guess. Here, just take these things;
you are welcome to them."
Saying this he ordered a cask of water, some beef and biscuits, and a
few little luxuries, to be put into the boat. We were not in a position
to decline the gift; and, to do the Yankee full justice, he would
receive no remuneration. We thanked him sincerely; and assured him that
we regretted deeply our opinions on the nature of negroes did not
coincide; at which he shrugged his shoulders, and we pulled back to the
schooner.
We again made sail for the westward.
When I told Jack Stretcher what had occurred, he slapped his hand on his
thigh, and exclaimed:
"Mr Waller was right, sir, that he was, not to think of deserting the
poor niggers; and there isn't a man of us but would gladly stick by him
to the last."
I told Waller what Jack had said, and he replied that he was sure all
our people would have refused to have deserted the poor blacks, even if
he had proposed so cruel a proceeding to them. We husbanded to the
utmost the provisions we had brought from the brig; though, divided
among all the people, there was scarcely more than enough to sustain
life for a day. Still, not a seaman grumbled. Far from so doing, he
willingly shared his own scanty allowance with any negro who appeared
more particularly to require sustenance. It was amusing to see the
weather-beaten, thick-bearded men carrying about the little black
children, whose mothers were too weak to bring them on deck.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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