Secret History; or, the Horrors of St. Domingo: In a Series of Letters, Written by a Lady at Cape Francois, to Colonel Burr, Late Vice-President of the United States, Principally During the Command of General RochambeuSansay, Leonora
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Secret History; or, the Horrors of St. Domingo: In a Series of Letters, Written by a Lady at Cape Francois, to Colonel Burr, Late Vice-President of the United States, Principally During the Command of General Rochambeu
Sansay, Leonora
Haiti -- History -- Revolution, 1791-1804; Haiti -- Social life and customs
But the moment of enjoying these pleasures is, I fear, far distant.
The negroes have felt during ten years the blessing of liberty, for a
blessing it certainly is, however acquired, and they will not be easily
deprived of it. They have fought and vanquished the French troops, and
their strength has increased from a knowledge of the weakness of their
opposers, and the climate itself combats for them. Inured to a savage
life they lay in the woods without being injured by the sun, the dew or
the rain. A negro eats a plantain, a sour orange, the herbs and roots
of the field, and requires no cloathing, whilst this mode of living is
fatal to the European soldiers. The sun and the dew are equally fatal
to them, and they have perished in such numbers that, if reinforcements
do not arrive, it will soon be impossible to defend the town.
The country is entirely in the hands of the negroes, and whilst their
camp abounds in provisions, every thing in town is extremely scarce and
enormously dear.
Every evening several old Creoles, who live near us, assemble at our
house, and talk of their affairs. One of them, whose annual income
before the revolution was fifty thousand dollars, which he always
exceeded in his expenses, now lives in a miserable hut and prolongs
with the greatest difficulty his wretched existence. Yet he still
hopes for better days, in which hope they all join him. The distress
they feel has not deprived them of their gaiety. They laugh, they sing,
they join in the dance with the young girls of the neighbourhood, and
seem to forget their cares in the prospect of having them speedily
removed.
LETTER IV.
_Cape Francois._
The ball announced by the admiral exceeded all expectations and we are
still all extacy. Boats, covered with carpets, conveyed the company
from the shore to the vessel, which was anchored about half a mile
from the land, and on entering the ball room a fairy palace presented
itself to the view. The decks were floored in; a roof of canvas was
suspended over the whole length of the vessel, which reached the floor
on each side, and formed a beautiful apartment. Innumerable lustres of
chrystal and wreaths of natural flowers ornamented the ceiling; and
rose and orange-trees, in full blossom, ranged round the room, filled
the air with fragrance. The seats were elevated, and separated from the
part appropriated to dancing, by a light balustrade. A gallery for the
musicians was placed round the main-mast, and the whole presented to
the eye an elegant saloon, raised by magic in a wilderness of sweets.
Clara and myself, accompanied by her husband and Major B----, were
among the first who arrived. Never had I beheld her so interesting. A
robe of white crape shewed to advantage the contours of her elegant
person. Her arms and bosom were bare; her black hair, fastened on the
top with a brilliant comb, was ornamented by a rose which seemed to
have been thrown there by accident.
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