As the evening closed in we saw the high land of Jamaica, but it was the
following afternoon before we were off the entrance of Mancheoneal Bay.
All this period, although it must have been one of great physical
suffering, has ever, to my ethereal part, remained a dead blank. The
first thing I remember afterwards, was being carried ashore in the dark
in a hammock slung on two oars, so as to form a sort of rude palanquin,
and laid down at a short distance from the overseer’s house where my
troubles had originally commenced. I soon became perfectly sensible and
collected, but I was so weak I could not speak; after resting a little,
the men again lifted me and proceeded. The door of the dining-hall,
which was the back entrance into the overseer’s house, opened flush into
the little garden through which we had come in--there were lights, and
sounds of music, singing, and jovialty within. The farther end of the
room, at the door of which I now rested, opened into the piazza, or open
veranda, which crossed it at right angles, and constituted the front of
the house, forming, with this apartment, a figure somewhat like the
letter T. I stood at the foot of the letter, as it were, and as I looked
towards the piazza, which was gaily lit up, I could see it was crowded
with male and female negroes in their holyday apparel, with their
wholesome clear brown-black skins, not blue-black as they appear in our
cold country, and beautiful white teeth, and sparkling black eyes,
amongst whom were several gumbie-men and flute-players, and John
Canoes, as the negro Jack Pudding is called; the latter distinguishable
by wearing white false faces, and enormous shocks of horsehair, fastened
on to their woolly pates. Their character hovers somewhere between that
of a harlequin and a clown, as they dance about, and thread through the
negro groups, quizzing the women and slapping the men; and at Christmas
time, the grand negro carnival, they don’t confine their practical jokes
to their own colour, but take all manner of comical liberties with the
whites equally with their fellow bondsmen.
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