The History and Remarkable Life of the Truly Honourable Colonel Jacque, Commonly Called Colonel JackDefoe, Daniel
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The History and Remarkable Life of the Truly Honourable Colonel Jacque, Commonly Called Colonel Jack
Defoe, Daniel
Adventure stories, English; England -- Social life and customs -- 18th century -- Fiction; Picaresque fiction
But this he managed a way by himself, and, as I found afterwards, took
up, that is, purchased in my name, about three hundred acres of land,
in a more convenient place than it would have otherwise been allotted
me; and this he did by his interest with the lord proprietor; so that I
had an extent of ground marked out to me, not next but very near one of
his own plantations. When I made my acknowledgment for this to him, he
told me plainly that I was not beholden to him for it all; for he did
it that I might not be obliged to neglect his business for the carrying
on my own, and on that account he would not reckon to me what money he
paid, which, however, according to the custom of the country, was not a
very great sum—I think about £40 or £50.
Thus he very generously gave me my liberty, advanced this money for me,
put me into a plantation for myself, and gave me £30 a year wages for
looking after one of his own plantations.
“But, Colonel,” says he to me, “giving you this plantation is nothing
at all to you if I do not assist you to support it and to carry it on,
and therefore I will give you credit for whatever is needful to you for
the carrying it on; such as tools, provisions for servants, and some
servants to begin; materials to build outhouses, and conveniences of
all sorts for the plantation, and to buy hogs, cows, horses for stock,
and the like; and I’ll take it out of your cargo, which will come from
London, for the money of your bill.”
This was highly obliging and very kind, and the more so, as it
afterwards appeared. In order to this he sent two servants of his own
who were carpenters. As for timber, boards, planks, and all sorts of
such things, in a country almost all made of wood they could not be
wanting. These run me up a little wooden house in less than three
weeks’ time, where I had three rooms, a kitchen, an outhouse, and two
large sheds at a distance from the house for store houses, almost like
barns, with stables at the end of them; and thus I was set up in the
world, and, in short, removed by the degrees that you have heard from a
pickpocket to a kidnapped, miserable slave in Virginia (for Maryland is
Virginia, speaking of them at a distance); then from a slave to a
head-officer or overseer of slaves, and from thence to a
master-planter.
I had now, as above, a house, a stable, two warehouses, and three
hundred acres of land; but, as we say, bare walls make giddy hussies,
so I had neither axe nor hatchet to cut down the trees; horse, nor hog,
nor cow to put upon the land; not a hoe or a spade to break ground, nor
a pair of hands but my own to go to work upon.
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