WHERE THE TWAIN MEET By Mary Gaunt Author of “Alone in West Africa,” “A Woman in China,” “A Broken Journey,” “The Uncounted Cost,” etc. London: John Murray, Albemarle Street, W. 1 1922 [Illustration: 0001] [Illustration: 0002] [Illustration: 0009] [Illustration: 0010] TO MY FRIEND MRS LANG I gratefully dedicate this book. My Dear Elsie, I wonder if you remember as vividly as I do the very drastic criticism of a book of mine that first introduced us to each other. My publisher showed it to me with some hesitation because it was so scathing, but it went right to the point. Most of the book was scrapped there and then, and my literary education was begun under your care. It was you indeed who taught me that I needed educating in my art. That is twelve years ago, and I have never since let a book go into the world till it has received your approval. I am afraid I have sometimes tried you severely, but it has always been my ambition to be your prize pupil. I owe more than I can say to my sympathetic teacher. It is a small thing to offer my latest book to you, but I hope you will accept it with my love and warmest thanks. Affectionately yours, MARY GAUNT. Sainte Agnes, France. 8th September 1921. PREFACE Spain first set foot in the Western World, and if the discovery brought great wealth it brought also much individual suffering and bitter hardship. In Jamaica, she found no people living in barbaric splendour, no stores of gold and silver and precious stones, only a lovely land, fruitful and fertile, valuable only to her because she did not dare let another nation settle so close to the rich possessions of which she was mistress. But the other nations of Europe were naturally anxious to share in the rich spoil of the West, and if Britain took Jamaica and held her, it was only I think because she could not take Cuba and Hispaniola. The Spaniards fought for every inch of the island before they lost it, and now for remembrance of them there remains but a few place names and legends of the treasure they left stored there. If colonisation was difficult for the Spaniards it was still more difficult for the British, coming from the cold North. No one was eager to brave the dangers of the tropics, and like the king in the parable, desiring to fill his tables for the feast, Government sought in the highways and byways for a population, and they imported white bondsmen and women, virtually a slave population, the first shadow that was to impede the progress of the land. Labour was branded. The men worked--and died--in the fields, and the women became the mistresses of the young planters, so that marriage went out of fashion, and the free women were neglected and forlorn. And when they ceased to send the white bondsmen, they sought a substitute in the black man from Africa.