Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 07
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 07
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
five slave-drivers at a common rendezvous, and with them to march
a-field, suitably provided for my task. I saw the poor slaves hard at
work--digging the soil, and planting slips of cane, under a most
oppressive sun; I saw, likewise, my hardened and inhuman associates
applying the scourge to mothers with children at the breast, to the old,
and to the infirm. I could not stand it; my heart sank within me. Oh,
how I sighed for my own native land, with all its advantages and
endearments!--and how I cursed my ambition, that had been kindled at the
wheels of the chariot of Mr Watson, who, though born poor as I was, had
realised an immense fortune in Jamaica!"
Hereupon he burst out into an eulogy on Britain, and the administration
which had given liberty to the slaves, and at the same time remunerated
the unhallowed proprietors; but, after a short pause, during which I
expressed my anxiety to hear the sequel of his story, he proceeded:--
"Well, custom will reconcile one to anything. You will scarcely believe
me when I tell you that, though shy at first, and backward in the active
discharge of my duty, I came at last to regard it as a matter of course,
and to imagine that the poor blacks did not feel as I did, or experience
the pain which such an infliction would have occasioned to myself. I was
one day chastising a fellow, who absolutely refused to labour, on the
score of indisposition, which I knew or believed to be put on, when a
little child, of the African breed, came up to me, and, with a look of
perfect nature and simplicity, said--
"'Ah, massa, you no have father--you never know father--you no black
man's boy--you no born at all, massa--you made of stone--you have no
pity for poor black boy's pa!'
"The speech struck me exceedingly. I immediately ordered the father into
the sick-house, and, patting the boy on the head, said he was a good,
kind-hearted boy, and I would look after him for this. All this was
repeated at head-quarters, and I was represented as neglecting my duty,
and conniving at the idle and the dissolute amongst the slaves; and
being summoned into the overseer's presence, I was examined, confessed
the truth, and was immediately dismissed the estate.
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