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
But now, as I glanced at those whom the man spoke of as his
companions, my heart went out to my cousin, and, cruelly as he had
ever used me, and even remembering that he had chuckled over the doom
which now was his having been planned for me, I could not but pity
him. Nay, I think, had it been possible, that I would have saved him,
would have had him set on shore free again, and would have trusted to
Heaven to soften his heart and make him grow into a better man. His
companions! The creatures with whom he was to live and herd until he
reached Virginia, and even afterwards, maybe. Oh! 'twas dreadful to
reflect upon. They stood upon the deck of that horrid-looking craft,
surrounding him, jeering at him, mocking at him, but not one with a
look of pity in his or her face--as, indeed, 'twas not likely they
should have since his fate was theirs. Amongst them there were
convicted felons with chains to their legs and arms, who were being
sent out so as to ease the jails which were always full to
overflowing; there were women who were coin clippers and coiners, and
some who--for I learnt their histories afterwards--had been
traffickers in their own sex, or ensnarers of drunken men, or even
murderesses--though some of them were fair enough in looks and some,
also, quite young. And there were youths, nay, lads, younger than I
was, who had been sold to the captain (to be again re-sold by him at
the end of his voyage) by their own unnatural parents, so that, as
they became lost, the parents' shame might become forgotten. There,
too, lying about, were drunken lads and girls who had been picked up
in the streets and brought on board and kept drunk until the ship
should sail; there were some who looked like peasants who had been
enticed in from the country, since they wore scarce any clothes,
and--horror of horrors!--sitting weeping on a cask was a clergyman,
still with his cassock on and with a red blotchy face. He--I
afterwards learnt also--had forged to obtain money for drink, and this
was his doom. And those who were not drunk, or sleeping off the
effects of drink, came near that other drunkard, my cousin, and,
approaching as close as possible to him until the mate and sailors
kicked them, men and women, indiscriminately away, jeered at and
derided him and made him welcome, and asked him if he had any money,
or what he thought of the prospects of a sea voyage, and with what
feelings he looked forward to a sojourn in Virginia as a slave.
"As a slave! In Virginia!" he screamed, taking in his situation at
last. "As a slave in Virginia! Oh, God! spare me, spare me! 'Tis a
mistake, I tell you. A mistake. Another one was meant, not I. 'Tis he
who should go. 'Tis he! Send for him and set me free!"
And then they all laughed again, while the captain, seizing him
roughly by the collar, threw him amidst the others, telling him he
would do very well for him; and then they hauled up the gangway and
gradually the ship wore round.
She had commenced her voyage.
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