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
"Yet cheer up, sweetheart," my lord said to me, as, leaning on his
arm, I looked round this ruin and let fall my tears. "It is not
irreparable, and might have been worse. And, when we come back from
England, we will bring such pretty toys and knick-knacks with us that
you shall forget all you have lost. I promise you, sweet, you shall."
After which he strove to kiss away my tears, though still they fell.
This took place directly after we had all ridden into the courtyard on
our return from captivity. And when the gentlemen whose houses had
also been attacked as mine had been (including poor Gregory, who
seemed heart-broken at my having fallen in love, yet not with him),
and the other colonists had dispersed to their own homes, or what
remained of them, we had instantly begun to inspect the damage done.
Of the negroes we could discover no signs, though Buck and young Lamb
searched the whole house from the cellars to the garrets for them, the
former roaring many terrible threats and strange ejaculations at their
heads in the hopes they might be in hiding and, on hearing him, come
forth; but all was of no avail. Nor, when they searched in the late
slaves' and bond-servants' quarters were they any more successful.
Christian Lamb, my own maid, soon, however, re-appeared, she having
remained in the house the whole time, and though her brother swore at
her for a chicken-hearted wench and called her many other hard names,
such as traitress and deserter, I was most thankful to see her again,
she being a good, faithful creature, though timorous.
From her we learned that after the departure of O'Rourke and my dear
lord--the former of whom was now engaged in finding provisions for us,
if any remained--the negroes had all sallied forth in a body towards
the coast, some with the intention of escaping from their servitude
and the others to find a home until I returned, if ever, of which they
seemed most doubtful. After this, she told us, the house had been
quite deserted, there being none in it but herself--the other white
indented servant women having also betaken themselves to the village
for safety. Yet she determined to remain until she heard some news of
us and of the party that had set forth to rescue us. Moreover, her
alarm was lessened by the fact that a squadron of the Virginian Light
Horse, from Jamestown, had come into the village with a view of
following us and effecting a rescue if possible, but, on learning that
a considerable band had set out for the purpose, they had decided to
remain where they were, for the present, at least, and to await
results.
And now, when at the end of those months my house was once more fit
for habitation, and when all signs of the horrible attack that had
been made on it had been removed, Gerald, coming to me one evening
when I was sitting by my wood fire--for the evenings were turning
chilly--said:
"My dearest, are you ready? The time draws near."
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