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
This enormously rich man had a fine House in Bishopsgate Street, with as
many rogues in blue liveries as a Rotterdam Syndic that has made three
good ventures in Java. When we poor wretches, chained together, had been
brought up in Carts from Aylesbury to London, on our way to be Embarked,
nothing would serve this Haughty and Purse-proud Citizen but that our
ragged Regiment must halt before his peddling Palace; and there the
varlets in blue that attended upon him brought us out Loaves and Cheese,
and Blackjacks full of two-thread Beer, which, with many disdainful
gestures and uncivil words, they offered to our famished lips. And my
Lady Hopwood, and the fine Madams her daughters,--all laced and
furbelowed, and with widows' and orphans' tears, and the blood-drops of
crimped seamen and kidnapped children, twinkling in their Stomachers for
gems,--were all set at their Bowery window, a pudding-fed Chaplain
standing bowing and smirking behind them, and glozing in their ears no
doubt Praises of their exceeding Charity and Humanity to wretches such
as we were. But this Charity, Jack, says I to myself, is not of the
Shapcott sort, and is but base metal after all. My troth, but we wanted
the Bread and Cheese and Swipes; for we had had neither Bite nor Sup
since we left Aylesbury Gaol seven-and-twenty hours agone. So, after a
while, and the mob hallooing at us for Gallows-birds, and some Ruffians
about the South-Sea House pelting us with stones,--for Luck, as they
said,--we were had over London Bridge,--where with dreadful admiration I
viewed the Heads and Quarters of Traitors, all shimmering in the coat of
pitch i' the Sun over the North Turret,--and were bestowed for the
night in the Borough Clink. And hither we were pursued by the Alderman's
Agents, who straightway began to drive Unholy Bargains with those among
us that had Money. Now 'twas selling them Necessaries for the voyage at
exorbitant rates; or promising them, for cash in hand, to deliver them
Luxuries, such as Tobacco, playing-cards, and strong waters, at the Port
of Embarkation. Now 'twas substituting Light for Heavy Fetters, if the
Heaviness could be Assuaged by Gold; and sometimes even negotiations
were carried so far as for the convicted persons to give Drafts of
Exchange, to be honoured by their Agents in London, so soon as word came
from the Plantations that they had been placed in Tolerable Servitude,
instead of Agonising Slavery. For although there was then, as there is
now, a convenient Fiction that a Felon's goods became at once forfeit to
the Crown, I never yet knew a Felon (and I have known many) that felt
ever so little difficulty in keeping his property, if he had any, and
disposing of it according to his own Good Will and Pleasure.
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