One day I purposely left her bow behind in the hut where my
companions resided; and on her asking me for it, I told her that I had
done so, but that I would make my companions send it without my going
back. I tore off a piece of the bark of a tree, and with the point of
an arrow I wrote to one of them, desiring him to send it by bearer;
and calling a young Negro boy, told him in her presence to give that
piece of bark to the white man, and come back again to the queen.
Whyna, for such was the name of my mistress queen, stood in suspense,
waiting the result; in a few minutes the boy returned, bringing the
bow. Astonished at this, she made me write again and again for her
arrows, her lance, and many other things. Finding by these being
immediately sent that we had a method of communicating with each other
at a distance, she earnestly insisted upon being taught so surprising
an art. Going at a distance from me, she ordered me to talk to her
when out of hearing, and finding that I could not, or, as she seemed
to suppose, that I would not, she became discontented and out of
humour. I could by no means make her comprehend how it was performed,
but I made her understand that as soon as I was fully acquainted with
her language, I should be able to teach her. She was satisfied with
this, but made me promise that I would teach nobody else.
By the canoes in the river, I easily made her comprehend that I came
in a vast boat from a distant land, over a great expanse of water, and
also how it was that we fell into the Negroes' power. I then found out
from her that the Negroes had pretended that we had invaded their land
to procure slaves, and that they had vanquished us in battle; hence
their songs of triumph on bringing us to the king. I pointed out the
heavenly bodies to her in the evenings, trying to make her comprehend
something of their nature and motions, but in vain. This had, however,
one good effect; she looked up to me with more respect, hoping that
some day, when I could fully explain myself, she might be herself
taught all these wonders. With these feelings towards me, added to my
sedulous endeavours to please her, and obey her slightest wishes, it
is not surprising that she treated me as a companion, and not as a
slave, and gave me every innocent proof of her attachment. More I
never wished, and almost dreaded that our intimacy would be too
great. Happy when alone with her, I ever returned with reluctance to
the presence of the old king, whose sight and company I dreaded.
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