The Story of John Paul JonesFraser, Chelsea Curtis
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The Story of John Paul Jones
Fraser, Chelsea Curtis
Jones, John Paul, 1747-1792
As in everything he undertook, he waded into the duties confronting him
with an interest keen and thorough. He was not afraid to ask questions
of those whose experience warranted them knowing more than he about his
new task, no matter how humble or high their stations. In this way he
learned the tricks of the planter with surprising rapidity. It was not
long before he saw the advisability of rotating his tobacco crops with
sowings of maize, that the fertility of his fields might not be
exhausted, and a number of neighboring planters who had never thought of
such a thing before, followed suit.
There was not a horse on the plantation, nor in the county which could
unseat him. So much was he liked by his slaves that they anticipated his
every wish, it seemed. In the early day, before the sun had become
intolerable, he rode over his broad acres at a leisurely pace, noting
the crops, the black workers, the pickaninnies at play,--everything.
Apparently nothing tending toward a betterment of the condition of his
help and the acres they tilled seemed to escape him. A gentle bit of
censure here, a pat on a woolly head there, a trinket in a child's
outstretched dusky hand, and he would turn his horse's head in another
direction.
The surrounding forests contained game in profusion; and the low sandy
marshes around Urbana abounded in great flocks of snipe and other
water-fowl. With old Duncan Macbean the young master often shouldered
the fine Lancaster rifle left by his brother, stuck a brace of pistols
in his belt, and spent a day in the wilds. No better shot than the old
Scotsman could be found in the whole country. Although an old Indian
wound had left him lame, this in no wise interfered with his wonderful
skill with either pistol or rifle. He could shoot from either hand or
either shoulder, from almost any position, and put a ball through a wild
turkey's head at a hundred yards.
Paul Jones could scarcely credit the evidence of his eyes when he first
saw old Duncan shoot, for he had never seen such accuracy before. An
intense desire came over him to master firearms with equal skill. He
imparted this wish to his overseer, and the consequence was that in the
course of the next two years the old veteran taught him to handle the
pistol and rifle with a deadliness which became the talk of the
countryside.
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