The Strange Adventures of Captain Dangerous, Vol. 2: Who was a sailor, a soldier, a merchant, a spy, a slave; among the moors... — John Shaqi
The Strange Adventures of Captain Dangerous, Vol. 2: Who was a sailor, a soldier, a merchant, a spy, a slave; among the moors...Sala, George Augustus
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The Strange Adventures of Captain Dangerous, Vol. 2: Who was a sailor, a soldier, a merchant, a spy, a slave; among the moors...
Sala, George Augustus
Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction
A train of Negroes on whom we could Depend--that is, by the strict
application of the law of Fear, not Kindness, and who stood in such
Terror of us, and of our ever-ready Thongs, Halters, Pistols, and
Cutlasses, as scarcely to dare call their souls their own--followed us
with Sumpter mules well laden with provisions, kegs of drink, both of
water and ardent, and additional ammunition. I was full of glee at the
prospects of this Foray, vowed that it was a hundred times pleasanter
than making out Maum Buckey's washing-books, and hearing her scold her
laundry-wenches; and longed to prove to my companions that the Prowess I
had shown at twelve--ay, and before that age, when I brained the
Grenadier with the Demijohn--had not degenerated now that I was turned
sixteen, and far away from my own country. So we rode and rode, who but
we, and dined gaily under spreading trees, boasting of the brave deeds
we would do when we had tracked the black Marooning vagabonds to their
lair. At which those Negro servants upon whom we could depend grinned
from ear to ear, and told us in their lingo that they "oped we would
soon Dam black negar tief out, and burn his Fader like canebrake."
"'Tis strange," I thought, "that these creatures have not more
compassion for their fellows whom we are hunting." To be sure, they were
mostly of the Household breed, between whom and the fresh-imported
Negroes held to field-service there is little sympathy. It escaped me to
tell you that we had with us yet more powerful and Trustworthy
auxiliaries than either our arms, our Horses, or our servants; being
none other than nine couples of ferocious Bloodhounds, of a breed now
extinct in Jamaica, and to be found only at this present moment, I
believe, in the island of Cuba. These animals, which were of a terrible
Ferocity and exquisitely keen scent, were kept specially for the purpose
of hunting Maroons,--such are the Engines which Tyrannical Slavery is
compelled to have recourse to,--and were purposely deprived of food
beyond that necessary for their bare sustenance, that they might more
fully relish the Recompense that awaited them when they had hunted down
their prey.
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