The Land of Bondage: A RomanceBloundelle-Burton, John
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The Land of Bondage: A Romance
Bloundelle-Burton, John
Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Virginia -- History -- Colonial period, ca. 1600-1775 -- Fiction
"'Tis better than prison fare, anyway," he said to his companions in
the dawn, as they fell to on the meat and bread, "but the devil take
the water! 'Tis cold to the stomach even on so fine a summer morning,
and a tass of Nantz or of Kill-devil from the islands would improve it
marvellously. However, that we must not look for till we get back to
freedom."
"You think, then," Mr. Kinchella asked him, "that to freedom we shall
get back?" The man had proved himself so loyal to us that he was now
admitted to almost familiarity and indeed, it could not be otherwise.
If ever we returned in safety to Pomfret, or to the spot where Pomfret
once stood, these men had my word that they were free; they were,
therefore, no longer our inferiors, while, at the present moment, all
who were prisoners in the hands of the Indians were on a most decided
equality. Yet, let me say it to the honour of all who had been my
bond-servants but a day or two before, none presumed upon their being
so no longer, or treated us with aught but respect.
"I feel sure of it, reverend sir. As I said before, if the chief is
thinking of anything it is not of killing or torturing us; while, if I
had any money, I would bet it all that there would be a pretty scene
when once Roderick is safely back in their encampment."
It seemed, indeed, as though this man had, in his shrewdness,
penetrated the innermost thoughts of the Bear, for ere we had been an
hour on the march he, halting his horse so as to send the advance
party of his warriors on ahead, drew alongside of us and, after a
silence of some minutes, said:
"White people who have dwelt for so long on the lands that once were
ours, know you why your village, which has been spared by us for now
so many moons, has been once more attacked and put to the slaughter by
the braves of my tribe?"
No one answered him for some short space of time, but at last I, to
whom he seemed particularly to address himself, said:
"We have no knowledge of why this should be, seeing that 'tis now
almost two generations since those who were once our forefathers'
friends attacked us. We had hoped that never would they do so again,
since we have kept to our own lands and never sought to do evil to you
or those of your race."
"Never sought to do evil, maiden! Nay, pause. Have 'you not now for
more than fifty moons been dreaming of a raid to be made on us, of
more red men to be slaughtered, more lands to be seized?"
"Never," I replied. "Never. I know all that has been thought of and
every scheme that has been projected in our midst, yet there was never
aught of this. Nay, so little did we dream of such an attack as you
have made on us that, though we went always armed, 'twas more because
of the custom which had grown upon us than for any other reason, and,
if Indians came about we thought 'twas to take our cattle and our
herds more than to massacre us."
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