The Missing Ship: The Log of the "Ouzel" GalleyKingston, William Henry Giles
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The Missing Ship: The Log of the "Ouzel" Galley
Kingston, William Henry Giles
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"No, from the top of one of those lofty trees," answered Archie. "That
is to say, it was at the top, but to obtain it the tree had to be cut
down."
"What a cruel sacrifice! I should not have eaten it with any
satisfaction had I known that," exclaimed Ellen.
"We soon get indifferent to such matters in this country," said Archie.
"See how many of them there are in all directions."
"I am afraid that you will become indifferent in other matters,"
observed Ellen--"to those slave-whips, for instance, though you say they
are only used in cases of necessity. When the drivers are judges as to
whether that necessity is lawful, the poor slaves are likely to feel the
lash very frequently, I suspect."
"It is found from experience that they cannot otherwise be kept in
order," answered Archie. "I confess that at first I shuddered as I saw
the whip used."
"Do the blacks never rebel against such treatment?" asked Ellen.
"They have at times," replied Archie. "In the year '37 there was an
outbreak, and there have been others at different periods; but they were
put down in so rigorous a fashion that the negroes are not likely again,
I fancy, to make the attempt."
"I trust not," said Ellen, "for it would be a fearful thing were these
tens of thousands of blacks, discovering their strength, to rise on
their masters and attempt to revenge the wrongs they have suffered."
The conversation between Ellen and her devoted attendant was, it must be
confessed, of a very unsentimental character; indeed, she would very
quickly have put a stop to anything that had been otherwise, although
the romantic scenery through which they were passing might, under other
circumstances, have exercised its influence over her. Not a breath of
wind as yet disturbed the calm, pure atmosphere; the ocean appeared like
a sheet of glass; the blue sky overhead was undimmed by a cloud; the
mountain-tops seen to the right rose above the mass of green, their
outline distinctly marked, though at a considerable distance. The only
sounds which reached them were the lowing of cattle and the signal horns
of the drivers summoning the negroes to their work. In a short time the
light increased, the sun rose above the ocean, and a gentle breeze waved
the topmost boughs of the trees, breaking the sea below on the left into
tiny wavelets. Now the road led round a hill, with a steep precipice on
the left reaching down to the water, and high cliffs to the right
covered with shrubs and creepers of every hue. As it was seen ahead, it
appeared as if there was barely room for more than one horse to pass,
and that no carriage could possibly get along without risk of falling
over the precipice; but as they proceeded it widened out, and Archie,
notwithstanding Ellen's cautions, insisted on still keeping his place,
riding between her and the edge of the precipice.
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