The Old DominionJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Old Dominion
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Southampton Insurrection, 1831 -- Fiction
I slept very well in the earlier part of the night; but I can never
sleep more than a certain time during the twenty-four hours, and,
consequently, with the first ray of daylight, my eyes were open. I
felt strongly inclined to lie still and meditate; but as I never
indulge such things, where the meditation is sure to be fruitless, I
rose, dressed myself, and went downstairs.
The house was still shut up, and nobody was stirring; but, to my
surprise, I found two negroes asleep on the benches in the hall; and I
afterwards discovered that it was a very common custom of domestic
servants, even where good beds were provided for them, to lie down
upon any bench or set of chairs they could find, and sleep out the
night there, without covering or pillow. The door of the house, too,
was unlocked; and, indeed, very little precaution of any kind seemed
taken in this country against intruders.
One would think this was an evidence of an innocent and virtuous
population, were not the inference contradicted by the long and
terrible list of crimes and offences which every newspaper shows each
day. For want, then, of any better solution of this enigma of
carelessness, I could only set it down to the account of that utter
indifference to life and security which is so observable throughout
the whole land.
Taking up a stick which I saw in the hall, I walked out, very careless
as to what course I followed, and proceeded, I dare say, two miles,
without seeing a living soul. It was by this time five o'clock, yet
nobody was in the fields--a clear proof that the negroes are not so
much overworked, in Virginia at least, as has been generally reported.
The morning air was fresh and balmy, rather cool than otherwise, with
no indications of the heat which was to follow the higher rising of
the sun. The whole fields, and especially the edges of the woods, were
gemmed with beautiful flowers; and it had a strange and curious effect
to see shrubs, and trees, and plants which we in England look upon as
rare and delicate, blooming wild and uncultivated all around.
Innumerable birds and beasts--ay, and even reptiles--were fluttering,
running, or gliding in different directions; and it was clearly an
hour at which the presence of man did not warn inferior animals to
seek the shelter of the thicket or the brake.
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