The International Monthly, Volume 4, No. 2, September, 1851 — John Shaqi
The International Monthly, Volume 4, No. 2, September, 1851Various
History
The International Monthly, Volume 4, No. 2, September, 1851
Various
Art, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Science -- History -- Periodicals
a moment, gallops away with a braggart whinny to the
fields."
The life led by the young negroes on the plantations of Virginia is
generally easy, and of course utterly free from the cares which beset
their youthful masters, compelled to pore over "miserable books."
"There is a numerous herd of little negroes about the
estate; and these sometimes afford us a new diversion. A few
mornings since we encountered a horde of them, who were
darting about the bushes like untamed monkeys. They are
afraid of me because I am a stranger, and take to their
heels as soon as they see me. If I ever chance to get near
enough to speak to one of them, he stares at me with a
suspicious gaze, and, after a moment, makes off at full
speed, very much frightened, towards the cabins at some
distance from the house. They are almost all clad in a long
coarse shirt which reaches below the knee, without any other
garment. But one of the group we met on the morning I speak
of, was oddly decked in a pair of ragged trowsers,
conspicuous for their ample dimensions in the seat. These
had evidently belonged to some grown-up person, but were cut
short in the legs to make them fit the wearer. A piece of
twine across the shoulder of this grotesque imp, served for
suspenders, and kept his habiliments from falling about his
feet. Ned ordered this crew to prepare for a foot-race, and
proposed a reward of a piece of money to the winner. They
were to run from a given point, about a hundred paces
distant, to the margin of the brook. Our whole suite of dogs
were in attendance, and seemed to understand our pastime. At
the word, away went the bevy, accompanied by every dog of
the pack, the negroes shouting and the dogs yelling in
unison. The shirts ran with prodigious speed, their speed
exposing their bare, black, and meager shanks to the scandal
of all beholders; and the strange baboon in trowsers
struggled close in their rear, with ludicrous earnestness,
holding up his redundant and troublesome apparel with his
hand. In a moment they reached the brook with unchecked
speed, and, as the banks were muddy, and the dogs had become
entangled with the racers in their path, two or three were
precipitated into the water. This only increased the
merriment, and they continued the contest in this new
element by floundering, kicking, and splashing about, like a
brood of ducks in their first descent upon a pool. These
young negroes have wonderfully flat noses, and the most
oddly disproportioned mouths, which were now opened to their
full dimensions, so as to display their white teeth in
striking contrast with their complexions. They are a strange
pack of antic and careless animals, and furnish the
liveliest picture that is to be found in nature of that race
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