illp ■PI » m I JW 91979 APR ^1979 . TIB i 4 IXI JUL i 1992 APR 2 : 1202 N PARKYNS' ADVENTURES IN ABYSSINIA D. APPLETON A COMPANY, 346 HIS SWORD BEARER. Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1854, by BEANTZ MAYEB, in the Clerk's Office of the United States District Court for the District of Maryland. r ;■ ! '- 'c 1 TO N. P. WILLIS, OF IDLEWILD. My Dear Willis, While inscribing this work with your name, as a testimonial of our long, unbroken friendship, you will let me say, I am sure, not only how, but why I have written it. About a year ago I was introduced to its hero, by Dr. James Hall, the distinguished founder and first governor of our colony at Cape Palinas. While busy with his noble task in Africa, Dr. Hall accidentally became acquainted with Captain Canot, during his residence at Cape Mount, and was greatly impressed in his favor by the accounts of all who knew him. Indeed,— t setting aside his career as a slaver,— Dr. Hall's observation Convinced him that Canot was a man of unquestionable integrity. , The zeal, moreover, with which he embraced the first oppor- j" tunity, after his downfall, to mend his fortunes by honorable I industry in South America, entitled him tc*rcspectful confidence. | As their acquaintance ripened, my friend gradually drew from t the wanderer the story of his adventurous life, and so striking were its incidents, so true its delineations of African character, IV that he advised the captain to prepare a copious memorandum, ■which I should write out for the public. Let me tell you why I undertook this task ; but first, let me assure you that, entertaining as the story might have been for a large class of readers, I would not have composed a line for the mere gratification of scandalous curiosity. My conversations with Canot satisfied me that his disclosures were more tho- roughly candid than those of any one who has hitherto related his connection with the traffic. I thought that the evidence of one who, for twenty years, played the chief part in such a drama, was of value to society, which is making up its mind, not only about a great political and domestic problem, but as to the na- ture of the race itself. I thought that a true picture of aborigi- nal Africa, — unstirred by progress, — unmodified by reflected civilization, — full of the barbarism that blood and tradition have handed down from the beginning, and embalmed in its prejudices, like the corpses of Egypt, — could not fail to be of incalculable importance to philanthropists who regard no people as beyond the reach of enlightenment. The completed task rises before me like a moving panorama whose scenery and background are the ocean and tropics, and whose principal actor combines the astuteness of Fouehe with the dexterity of Gil Bias. I have endeavored to set forth his story as plainly as possible, letting events instead of de- scriptions develope a chequered life which was incessantly con- nected with desperate men of both colors. As he unmasked his whole career, and gave me leave to use the incidents, I have not dared to hide what the actor himself displayed no wish to con- ceal. Besides the sketches of character which familiarize us with the aboriginal negro in Africa, there is a good moral in the resultless life, which, after all its toils, hazards, and successes leaves the adventurer a stranded wreck in the prime of man- hood. One half the natural capacity, employed industriously in lawful commerce, would have made the captain comfortahle and independent. Nor is there much to attract in the singular ab- negation of civilized happiness in a slaver's career. We may not be surprised, that such an animal as Da Souza, who is portrayed in these pages, should revel in the sensualities of Dahomey ; but we must wonder at the passive endurance that could chain a su- perior order of man, like Don Pedro Blanco, for fifteen un- broken years, to his pestilential hermitage, till the avaricious anchorite went forth from the marshes of Gallinas, laden with gold. I do not think this story is likely to seduce or educate a race of slavers 1 The frankness of Canot's disclosures may surprise the more reserved and timid classes of society ; but I am of opinion that there is an ethnographic value in the account of his visit to the Maudingoes and Fullahs, and especially in his narrative of the wars, jugglery, cruelty, superstition, and crime, by which one sixth of Africa subjects the remaining five sixths to servitude. As the reader peruses these characteristic anecdotes, he will ask himself how, — in the progress of mankind, — such a people is to be approached and dealt with ? Will the Mahometanism of the North which is winning its way southward, and infusing it- self among the crowds of central Africa, so as, in some degree, to modify their barbarism, prepare the primitive tribes to receive a civilization and faith which are as true as they are divine ? Will our colonial fringe spread its fibres from the coast to the interior, and, like veins of refreshing blood, pour new currents into the mummy's heart ? Is there hope for a nation which, in three thousand years, has hardly turned in its sleep ? The iden- tical types of race, servitude, occupation, and character that are now extant in Africa, may be found on the Egyptian monuments built forty centuries ago ; while a Latin poem, attributed to Vir- vi gil, describes a menial negress who might unquestionably pass for a slave of our Southern plantations : " Interdum clamat Cybalen ; erat unica custos ; Afra genus, tola patriam testante figura ; Torta comam, labroque tuniens, et fusca colorem ; Pectore lata, jacens mammis, compressior alvo, Cruribus exilis, spatiosa prodiga planta ; Continuis rimis calcanea scissa rigebant." 1 It will be seen from these hints that our memoir has nothing to do with slavery as a North American institution, except so far as it is an inheritance from the system it describes ; yet, in pro- portion as the details exhibit an innate or acquired inferiority of the negro race in its own, land, they must appeal to every gen- erous heart in behalf of the benighted continent. It has lately become common to assert that Providence per- mits an exodus through slavery, in order that the liberated negro may in time return, and, with foreign acquirements, be- come the pioneer of African civilization. It is attempted to reconcile us to this " good from evil," by stopping inquiry with the " inscrutability of God's ways ! " But we should not suffer ourselves to be deceived by such imaginary irreverence ; for, in God's ways, there is nothing less inscrutable than his law of right. That law is never qualified in this world. It moves with the irresistible certainty of organized nature, and, while it makes man free, in order that his responsibility may be unquestionable, it leaves mercy, even, for the judgment hereafter. Such a sys- tem of divine law can never palliate the African slave trade, and, in fact, it is the basis of that human legislation which con- verts the slaver into a pirate, and awards him a felon's doom. For these reasons, we should discountenance schemes like those proposed not long ago in England, and sanctioned by the 1 Moketum, — Carm. Virg. Wagner's ed. vol. 4, p. 301. vii British government, for the encouragement of spontaneous emi- gration from Africa under the charge of contractors. The plan was viewed with fear hy the colonial authorities, and President Roberts at once issued a proclamation to guard the natives. No one, I think, will read this book without a conviction that the idea of voluntary expatriation has not dawned on the Afri- can mind, and, consequently, what might begin in laudable philanthropy would be likely to end in practical servitude. Intercourse, trade, and colonization, in slow but steadfast growth, are the providences intrusted to us for the noble task of civilization. They who are practically acquainted with the colored race of our country, have long believed that gradual colo- nization was the only remedy for Africa as well as America. The repugnance of the free blacks to emigration from our shores has produced a tardy movement, and thus the African population has been thrown back grain by grain, and not wave by wave. Every one conversant with the state of our colonies, knows how beneficial this languid accretion has been. It moved many of the most enterprising, thrifty, and independent. It established a social nucleus from the best classes of American colored people. Like human growth, it allowed the frame to mature in muscular solidity. It gave immigrants time to test the climate ; to learn the habit of government in states as well as in families ; to acquire the bearing of freemen ; to aban don their imitation of the whites among whom they had lived , and thus, by degrees, to consolidate a social and political system which may expand into independent and lasting nationality. Instead, therefore, of lamenting the slowness with which the col- onies have reached their vigorous promise, we should consider it a blessing that the vicious did not rush forth in turbulent crowds with the worthy, and impede the movements of better folks, who were still unused to the task of self-reliance. VH1 Men are often too much m a hurry to do good, and mar by excessive zeal what patience would complete. * Deus quies quia seternus," saith St. Augustine. The cypress is a thousand years in growth, yet its limbs touch not the clouds, save on a moun- tain top. Shall the regeneration of a continent be quicker than its ripening ? That would be miracle — not progress. Accept this offering, my dear Willis, as a token of that sin- cere regard, which, during an intimacy of a quarter of a cen- tury, has never wavered in its friendly trust. Faithfully, yours, Brantz Mayer. Baltimore, 1st July, 1854. CONTENTS. PAGB CIIAP. L— My parentage and education— Apprenticed at Leghorn to an American captain — First voyage — its mishaps— overboard — black cook — Sumatra— cabin boy — Arrival in Boston— My first command — "View of Boston harbor from the mast* head— My first interview with a Boston merchant, William Gray ... 1 CHAP. IL— My uncle tells my adventure with Lord Byron— Captain Townk, and my life in Salem— My skill in Latin— Five years voyaging from Salem— I rescuo a Malay girl at Quallahbattoo— The^fr«< slave I ever saw— End of my apprentice- ship—My backslid ings in Antwerp and Paris— Ship on a British vessel for Brazil — The captain and his wife — Love, grog, and grumbling — A scene in the harbor of Bio— Matrimonial happiness— Voyage to Europe— Wrock and loss on the coast near Ostend 10 CHAP. ILL — I design going to South America — A Dutch galliot for Havana— Male and female captain — Bun foul of in the Bay of Biscay — Put into Fcrrol, in Spain — I am appropriated by a new mother, grandmother, and sisters — A comic scene — How I got out of the scrape — Set sail for Havana — Jealousy of the captain— De- prived of my post — Restored — Refuse to do duty— Its sad consequences — Wrecked on a reef near Cnba — Fisherman-wreckers — Offer to land cargo— Make a bargain with our salvors— A sad denouement— A night bath and escape .... 19 CHAP. IV.— Bury my body in the sand to escape the insects— Night of horror— Re- fuge on a tree — Scented by bloodhounds — March to the rancho— My guard— Argu- ment about my fete— " My TJnclk " Rafael suddenly appears on the scene — Magic change effected by my relationship — Clothed, and fed, and comforted— I find an uncle, and am protected — Mesclet — Made cook's mate — Qallego, the cook —His appearance and character — Don Rafael's story — "Circumstances" — His counsel for my conduct on the island 81 CHAP. V.— Life on a sand key— Pirates and wreckers — Their difference— Our galliot destroyed — the gang goes to Cuba — I am left with Qallego— His daily fishing and nightly flitting— I watch him — My discoveries in the grave-yard— Return of the wreckers — "Amphibious Jews" — Visit from a Cuban inspector — "Fishing li- cense "—Gang goes to Cape Verde — Report of a fresh wreck — Chance of escape — Arrival— Return of wreckers— Bachicha and bis clipper — Death of Mesclet— My adventures in a privateer— My restoration to the key — Gallego's charges— His trial and fate . 41 A* X CONTENTS. PAOB CHAP. VL— I am sent from the key — Consigned to a grocer at Eegla— Cibo— His household — Fish-loving padre— Our dinners and studies — Rafael's fate — Havana — A slaver— I sail for Africa — The Areostatico's voyage, crew, gale — Mutiny — How I meet it alone— My first night in Africa I 57 CHAP. VIL — Reflections on my conduct and character — Morning after the mutiny — Burial of the dead — My wounds — Jack Obmond, or the " Mongo John " — My physician and his prescription — Value of woman's milk — I make the vessel ready for her slavo cargo— I dine with Mongo John — His harem — Frolic in it — Duplicity of my captain — I tako service with Ormond as his clerk — I pack the human cargo of the Areostatico— Farewell to my English cabin boy — His story . . 66 CHAP. VIII. — I take possession of my Hew quarters — My household and its fittings — History of Mr. Ormond — How he got his rights in Africa, — I take a survey of his property and of my duties — The Cerberus of his harem — Unga-golah's stealing — Her rage at my opposition — A night visit at my quarters — Esther, the quarteroon — A warning and a sentimental scene— Account of an African factor's harem — Mongo John in his decline— His women— Their flirtations — Battles amongthe girls — How African beaus fight a duel for love 1 — Scene of passionate jealousy among the women 76 CHAP. IX. — Pains and dreariness of the " wet season " — African rain !— A Caeavah announced as coming to the Coast — Forest paths and trails in Africa — How we arrange to catch a caravan — "Barkers," who they are — Ahmah-de-Bellah, son of the Ali-mami of Footha-Yallon— A Fullah chief leads the caravan of 700 persons — Arrival of the caravan — Its character and reception — Its produce taken charge of — People billeted — Mode of trading for the produce of a caravan — {Note : Ac- count of the produce, its value and results) — Mode of purchasing the produce — Sale over — Gift of an ostrich — Its value in guns — Bungee or " dash'" — Ahmah-de- Bellah — How he got up his caravan— Blocks the forest paths — Convoy duties — Value and use of blocking the forest paths — Collecting debts, &c. — My talks with Ahmah — his instructions and sermons on Islamism — My geographical disquisitions, rotundity of the world, the Koran — I consent to turn, minus the baptism ! — Ah- mah's attempt to vow me to Islamism — Fullah punishments — Slave wars — Piety and profit— Ahmah and I exchange gifts— A double-barrelled gun for a Koran — I promise to visit the Fullah country 84 CHAP. X— Mode of purchasing Slaves at factories — Tricks of jockeys — Gunpowder and lemon-juice — I become absolute manager of the stores — Reconciliation with Unga-Golah — La belle Esther— I get the African fever— My nurses— Cured by sweating and bitters — Ague — Showerbath remedy — Me. Edward Joseph — My union with him — I quit the Mongo, and take up my quarters with the Lon- doner 94 CHAP. XI. — An epoch in my life in 1827 — A vessel arrives consigned to me for slaves — La Foetuna — How I managed to sell my cigars and get a cargo, though I had no factory — My first shipment— (Note on the cost and profit of a slavo voyage) — How slaves are selected for various markets, and shipped— Go on board naked — hearty feed before embarkation — Stowage — Messes — Mode of eating— Grace — Men and women separated — Attention to health, cleanliess, ventilation — Singing and amusements— Daily purification of the vessel— Night, order and silence pre- served by negro constables— Use and disuse of handcuffs— Brazilian slavers— (Note on condition of slavers since the treaty with Spain) . 99 CHAP. XII.— now a cargo of slaves is landed in Cuba— Detection avoided — " Orati- ficaciones.'" Clothes distributed — Vessel burnt or sent in as a coaster, or in distress I CONTENTS. Xi —A slave's first glimpse of a Cuban plantation— Delight with food and dress— PA °* Oddity of beasts of burden and vehicles— A slave's first interview with a negro postilion— the postilion's sermon in favor of slavery— Dealings with the ancho- rites— How tobacco smoke blinds public functionares— My popularity on the Bio Pongo — Ormond's enmity to me jq» CHAP. XIII.— I become intimate with " Country princes " and receive their presents — Koyal marriages— Insulting to refuse a proffered wife— I am pressed to wed a princess and my diplomacy to escape the sable noose-My partner agrees to marry the princess— The ceremonial of wooing and wedding in African high life— Coomba 110 CHAP. XIV.-Joseph, my partner, has to fly from Africa— How I save our property —My visit to the Bagebs— their primitive mode of life— Habita— Honesty— I find my property unguarded and safe-My welcome in the village-Gift of a goat-Sup- per—Sleep—A narrow escape in the surf on the coast— the skill of Kboomen . 119 CHAP. XV.— I study the institution of Slavery in ArBiCA-Man becomes a "legal tender," or the coin of Africa-Slave wars, how they are directly promoted by the peculiar adaptation of the trade of the great commercial nations-Slavery an im- memorial institution in Africa-How and why it will always be retalnod-Who are made Horn* slaves-Jockeys and brokers-Five sixths of Africa in domestic bondage .127 CHAP. XVI.— Caravan announced— Mami de Tong, from Footha Tallon, uncle of Ahmah de Bellah— My ceremonious reception— My preparations for the chief- Coffee— his school and teaching— Nabbatiye op ms teip to Timbuctoo— Queer black-board map— prolix story teller— Timbuctoo and its trade-Slavery . . 129 CHAP. XVII.— I set forth on my journey to Timbo, to see the father of Ahmah de Bellah-My caravan and its mode of travel-My Mussulman passport-Forest roads— Arrive at Kya among the Mandingoes— My lodgings-lBBAHiM Ali— Our snpper and "bittcrs'*-A scene of piety, love and liquor-Next morning's headache —Ali Ninpiia begs leave to halt for a day— I manage our Fullah guide— My fever —Homoeopathic dose of Islamism from the Koran— My cure— Afternoon . 186 CHAP. XVIII.— A ridoon horseback— Its exhilaration in the forest— Visit to the De- vil's Fountain— Tricks of an echo and sulphur water— Ibrahim and I discourse learnedly upon the ethics of fluids— My respect for national peculiarities— Our host's liberality— Mandingo etiquette at the departure of a guest— A valuable gift from Ibrahim and its delicate bestowal— My offering in return— Tobacco and brandy . CHAP. XIX— Anight bivouac in the forest— Hammock swung between trees— A surprise and capture—What we do with the fugitive slaves— A Mandingo upstart and his" town"— Inhospitality— He insults my Fullah leader— A quarrel— The Mandingo is seized and his townsfolk driven out— "We tarry for All Ninpha— He returns and tries bis countrymen— Punishment- Mode of inculcating the social virtues among these interior tribes— We cross the Sanghu on an impromptu bridge -Game— Forest food-Vegetablea-A "Witch's cauldron" of reptiles for tho negroes CHAP. XX-Spread of Mahometanism in the interior of Africa-Tho external as- pect of nature in Africa-Prolillc land-Indolence a law of tho physical constitu- tion—My caravan's progress— The Ali Maiii's protection, its value-Forest scenery- Woods, open plains, barrancas and ravines-Their intenso heat-Prairies -Swordgrass— Elver scenery, magnificence of the shores, foliage, flowers, fruits and birds; picturesque towns, villages and herds-Mountain scenery, view, at morning, over the lowlands— An African noon 15? Ut 147 Xll CONTENTS. PA«» CHAP. XXL— We approach Tamisso— Oar halt at a brook— bathing, beautifying, and adornment of the women — Message and welcome from Mohamedoo, by his son, with a gift of ft>8d — Our musical escort and procession to the city — My horse is lod by a buffoon of the court, who takes care of my face — Curiosity of the towns- folk to see the white Mongo— I pass on hastily to the Palacs of Mohamedoo — What an African palace and its furniture is — Mohamedoo's appearance, greeting and dissatisfaction — I make my present and clear up the clouds — I determine to bathe — How the girls watch me — Their commentaries on my skin and complexion —Negro curiosity — A bath scene — Appearance of Tamisso, and my entertainment there . 15T CHAP. XXII. — Improved character of country and population as we advance to the interior — We approach Jallioa — Notice to Scpitiana — A halt for refreshment and ablutions — AH Ninpha's early home here — A great man in Soolimana — Sound of the war drum at a distance— Our welcome — Entrance to the town — My party, with the Fullah, is barred out — We are rescued— Grand ceremonial procession and reception, lasting two hours — I am, at last, presented to Suphiana — My entertain- ment in Jallica — A concert — Musical instruments — Madoo, the ayah — I reward her dancing and singing ; 162 CHAP. XXIII. — Our caravan proceeds towards Timbo — Met and welcomed in ad- vance, on a lofty table land, by Ahmah de Bellah — Psalm of joy sung by the Ful- lahs for our safety — We reach Timbo before day — A house has been specially built and furnished for me — Minute care for my taste and comforts — Ahmah de Bellah a trump — A fancy dressing-gown and ruffled shirt — I bathe, dress, and am pre- sented to the Ali Mami — nis inquisitive but cordial reception and recommenda- tion — Portrait of a Fullah king— A breakfast with his wife — My formal reception by the Chiefs of Timbo and Sulimani Ali — The ceremonial — Ahmah's speech as to my purposes — Promise of hospitality — My gifts— I design purchasing slaves — scrutiny of the presents — Cantharide* — Abdulmomen Ali, a prince and book- man — His edifying discourso on Islamism — My submission 107 CHAP. XXIV.— Site of Timbo and the surrounding country— A ride with the princes — A modest custom of the Fullahs in passing streams — Visit to villages — The in- habitants fly, fearing we are on a slave scout— Appearance of the cultivated lands, gardens, near Findo and Furo — Every body shuns me — A walk through Timbo — A secret expedition — I watch the girls and matrons as they go to the stream to draw water — Their figures, limbs, dress — A splendid headdress — The people of Timbo, their character, occupation, industry, reading — I announce my approach- ing departure— Slave forays to supply me — A capture of forty-five by Sulimani Ali — The personal dread of me increases — Abdulmomen and Ahmah de Bellah continue their slave hunts by day, and their pious discourses on Islamism by night — I depart — The farewell gifts — two pretty damsels 176 CHAP. XXV. — My home journey — We reach home with a caravan near a thousand strong — Kambia in order — Mami de Tong and my clerk — The story and fate of the Ali Mami's daughter Beeljie 188 CHAP. XXVI.— Arrival of a French slaver. La Pekotjse, Captain Brul6t— Ormond and I breakfast on board — Its sequel — We are made prisoners and put in irons- Short mode of collecting an old debt on the coast of Africa — The Frenchman gets possession of our slaves— Arrival of a Spanish slaver 190 CHAP. XXVIL — Ormond communicates with the Spaniard, and arranges for our res- sue — La Esperanza — Bnilot gives in — How we fine him two hundred and fifty doubloons for the expense of his suit, and teach him the danger of playing tricks upon African factors .... 196 CONTENTS. Xiii CHAP. XXVIIL— Capt. Escumro of the Esperanza dies— I resolve to take his plaoe in command and visit Cuba— Arrival of a Danish slaver— Quarrel anil battle be- tween the crews of my Spaniard and the Bane— The Dane attempts to punish mo through the duplicity of Ormond— I bribe a servant and discover the trick— My conversation with Ormond — We agree to circumvent the enemy— How 1 get a cargo without cash 200 CHAP. XXIX.— Off to sea— A calm— A British man -of-war— Boat attack— Reinforce- ment— A battle — A catastrophe— A prisoner 206 CHAP. XXX. — I am sent on board the corvette — My reception — A dangerous pre- dicament—The Captain and surgeon make me comfortable for the night— Extraor- dinary conveniences for escape, of which I take the liberty to avail myself . . 215 CnAP. XXX I.— I drift away in a boat with my servant— Our adventures till we land in the Isles dk Loss— My illness and recovery— I retnrn to the Rio Pongo— I am received on board a French slaver— Invitation to dinner— Monkey soup and its consequences 218 CHAP. XXXII.— My greeting in Kambia— The Feliz from Matanzas— Negotiations for her cargo — Ormond attempts to poison me— Ormond's suicide— His burial ac- cording to African customs 222 CHAP. XXXIII.— A visit to the Matacan river in quest of slaves— My reception by the king— His appearance — Scramble for my gifts— How slaves are sometimes trap- ped on a hasty hunt— I visit the Matacan Wizard ; his cave, leopard, blind boy —Deceptions and jugglery— Feitiches— A scale of African intellect . . .227 CHAP. XXXIV.— What became of the Esperanza's officers and crew— The destruc- tion of my factory at Kambia by fire— I lose all but my slaves— the incendiary de- tected— Who instigated the deed— Ormond's relatives— Death of Esther— I go to sea in a schooner from Sierra Leone — How I acquire a cargo of slaves in the Rio Nunez without money 288 CHAP. XXXV.— I escape capture— Symptoms of mutiny and detection of the plot- How we put it down 240 CHAP. XXXVI.— A " white squall "—I land my cargo near St. Jago de Cuba— Trip to Havana on horseback — My consignees and their prompt arrangements — success of my voyage— Interference of the French Consul— I am nearly arrested— How things were managed, of old, in Cuba 244 CnAP. XXXVII.— A long holiday— lam wrecked on a key— My rescue by salvors —New Providence— I ship on the San Pablo, from St. Thomas's, as sailing mas- ter— Her captain and his arrangements— Encounter a transport— Benefit of the smallpox— Mozambique Channel— Take cargo near Qvillimane— now we man- aged to get slaves— Illness of our captain— The smallpox breaks out on our brig- Its fatality 248 CHAP. XXXVIII.— Our captain longs for calomel, and how I get it from a Scotch- man— Our captain's last will and testament^We are chased by a British cruiser— now we out-manceuvred and crippled her— Death of our captain— Cargo landed and the San Pablo burnt , 255 CHAP. XXXIX.— My returns from the voyage f 12,000, and how I apply them— A cnstoni-liou?e encounter which loses mo La Conchita and my monoy-I get com- mand of a slaver for Avidaii- La Estbella— I consizn her to the notorious Da Sodza or Cha-cha— His history and mode of life in Africa— His gambling houses and women— I keep aloof from his temptations, and contrive to get my cargo in two months 260 XIV CONTENTS. FAGB CHAP. XL. — All Africans believe in divinities or powers of various degree, except the Bagers — Iguanas worshipped in Whydah— Invitation to witness the human sacrifices at the court of Dahomey— How they travel to Abomky— The King, his court, amazons, style of life, and brutal festivities— Superstitious rights at Lagos— The Juju hunts by night for the virgin to be sacrificed— Greegree bush— The sa- crifice—African priest and kingcraft 265 CHAP. XLI. — My voyage home in the Esteella — A eevolt of the slaves during a squall, and how we were obliged to suppress it — Use of pistols and hot water . 272 CHAP. XLIL— Smallpox and a necessary murder — Bad luck every where— A chase and a narrow escape 276 CHAP. XLIIL— The Aguila de Oeo, a Chesapeake clipper— my race with the Mon- tesquieu — I enter the river Salum to trade for slaves — I am threatened, then ar- rested, and my clipper seized by French man-of-war's men — Inexplicable mystery — We are imprisoned at Goree — Transferred to San Louis on the Senegal — The Frenchmen appropriate my schooner without condemnation — How they used her The sisters of charity in our prison — The trial scene in court, and our sentence — Friends attempt to facilitate my escape, but our plans detected — I am transferred to a guardship in the stream — New projects for my escape — A jolly party and the nick of time, but the captain spoils the sport . 280 CHAP. XLIV.— I am sent to France in the frigate Floea— Sisters of charity— The prison of Brest — My prison companions — Prison mysteries — Coepoeal Blon — I apply to the Spanish minister— Transfer to the civil prison . . . • . . 286 CHAP. XLV. — Madame Soeeet and my new quarters — Mode of life— A lot of Cata- lan girls — Prison boarding and lodging — Misery of the convicts in the coast prisons — Improvement of the central prisons 292 CHAP. XLVI. — New lodgers in our quarters — How we pass our time in pleasant diversions by aid of the Catalan girls and my cash— Soirees— My funds give out — Madame Sorret makes a suggestion — I turn schoolmaster, get pupils, leach Eng- lish and penmanship, and support my whole party 295 CHAP. XL VII. — Monsieur Geemaine, the forger — His trick — Cause of Germaine's arrest — An adroit and rapid forgery — Its detection . 300 CHAP. XLVIIL— Plan of escape— Germaine's project against Babette— A new scheme for New Year's night — Passports — Pietbo Nazzolini and Domenico Antonette — Preparations for our " French leave " — How the attempt eventuated 304 CHAP. XLIX.— Condition of the sentinel when he was found — His story — Prison researches next day — How we avoid detection — Louis Philippe receives my peti- tion favorably — Germaine's philosophic pilfering and principles — His plan to rob the Santissima Casa of Loketo— He designs making an attempt on the Em- peror Nicholas — I am released and banished from France 810 CHAP. L. — I go to Portugal, and return in disguise to Marseilles, in order to embark for Africa — I resolve to continue a slaver — A Marseilles hotel during the cholera — Doctoe Du Jean and Madame Hupeez — Humors of the table cTIwte — Coquetry and flirtation — A phrenological denouement 816 CHAP. LI. — I reach Goree, and hasten to Sierra Leone, where I become a coast pilot to Gallinas — Site of that celebrated factory — Don Pedro Blanco — His monopoly of the Vey country — Slave trade and its territorial extent prior to the American Scheme of Colonization — Blanco's arrangements, telegraphs, &c. at Gallinas — Appearance and mode of life — Blanco and the Lord's prayer in Latin . 82-1 CONTENTS. XV PAGR CHAP. LIL— Anecdotes of Blanco— Growth of slave trade in the Vet country— Lo- cal wars— Amarar and Shiakab— Barbarities of the natives 880 CHAP. LIIL — I visit IiIbebia, and observe a new phase of negro development — I go to New Sestros, and establish trade —Trouble with Prince Frreman— The value of gunpowder physic 886 CHAP. LIV.— My establishment at New Sestros, and how I created the slave trade in that region— The ordeal of Sattot Wood — My mode of attacking a supersti- tlous usage, and of saving the victims— The story of B akkah and his execution . 880 CHAP. LV.— No river at Now Sestros— Beach— Kroomen and Fishmen— Bushmen— Kroo boats — I engage a fleet of them for my factory — I ship a cargo of slaves in a hurry— My mode of operating— Value of rum and mock coral beads — Return of the cruiser 844 CHAP. LVL— I go on a pleasuro voyage in the Brilliant, accompanied by Governor Findlat — Murder of the Governor — I fit out an expedition to revenge his death —A fight with the beach negroes — We burn five towns— A disastrous retreat— I am wounded — Vindication of Findlay's memory 894 CHAP. LV1L— What Don Pedro Blanco thought of my Quixotism— Painful effects of my wound— Blanco's liberality to Findlay's family— My slave nurseries on the coast— Digby— I pack nineteen negroes on my launch, and set sail for home— Dis- astrous voyage— Stories— I land my cargo at night at Monrovia, and carry it through the colony I — Some new views of commercial Morality ! .... 856 CHAP. LVIIL— My compliments to British cruisers— The Bonito— I offor an inspec- tion of my barracoons, &c, to her officers— A lieutenant and the surgeon are sent ashore — My reception of them, and the review of my slaves, feeding, sleeping, &c, —Our night frolic— Next morning— A surprise— The Bonito off, and her officers ashore I— Almost a quarrel— How I pacified my guests over a good breakfast- Sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander 862 CHAP. LIX— TJps and downs— I am captured in a Bussian vessel, and sent to Sierra Leone— It is resolved that I am to be despatched to England— I determine to take French leave— Preparation to celebrate a birthday— A feast— A martinet— Cor- poral Blunt— Pleasant effects of cider— A swim for life and liberty at night— My concealment— I manage to equip myself, and depart In a Portuguese vessel— I ship thirty-one slaves at Digby— A narrow escape from a cruiser— My return to New Sestros— Beport of .my death— How I restored confidence in my actual exist- ence—Don Pedro's notion of me— The gift of a donkey, and its disastrous effect on the married ladies of New Sestros , 869 CHAP. LX.— The confession of a dying sailor— Sanchez— The story of the murder of Don Miguel, and destruction of his factory by Thompson— A piratical revenge— An auto-da-fe at sea : gjj CHAP. LXL— My establishment at Digby— The rival kinsmen, and their quarrel— Jen-ken, the Bushman— My arrival at Digby, carousal— A night attack by the rival and hta allies— A rout— Horrid scenes of massacre, barbarity, and cannibal- ism—My position and ransom 382 ?HAP. LXIL— I escape from the bloody scene in a boat with a Krooman— Storm on the coast— My perilous attempt to land at Gallinas— How I am warned off— An African tornado— The sufferings of my companion and myself while exposed In the boat, and our final rescue 8S7 CHAP. LXIIL— Don Pedro Blanco leaves Gallinas— I visit Cape Mount, to restore his son to the Chief— His reception— I go to England in the Gil Blas ; she U run XVI CONTENTS. PASS down by a steamer in the Channel— Eescned, and reach Dover— I see Londcn and the British Islands — The diversions, sufferings, and opinions of my servant Luxes in Great Britain — He leaves voluntarily for Africa — A queer chat and scene with the ladies — His opinion of negro dress and negro bliss 891 CHAP. LXIV.— I make arrangements for future trade and business with Me. Red- man — I go to Havana, resolved to obtain a release from Blanco, and engage in lawful commerce— Don Pedro refuses, and sends me back with a freights- A voy- age with two African females revisiting their native country — Their story in Cuba; results of frugality and industry— Shiakar's daughter— Her reception at home— Her disgust with her savage home in Africa, and return to Cuba . . 896 CHAP. LXV. — I find my establishment in danger, from the colonists and others — A correspondence with Lieut. Bell, U. 8. N. — Harmless termination of Governor Buchanan's onslaught— Threatened with famine ; my relief— The Voladob takes 749 slaves ; — the last cargo I ever shipped 899 CHAP. LXVL— I am attacked fcy the British cruiser Termagant, Lieut Seagram — Correspondence and diplomacy — I go on board the cruiser in a damp uniform — My reception and jollification — I confess my intention to abandon the Slave trade — My compact with Seagram — How we manage Prince Freeman — His treaty with the Lieutenant for the suppression of the trade— The negro's du- plicity outwits himself— The British officer guaranties the safe removal of my property, whereupon I release 100 slaves — Captain Denman's destruction op Gallinas — Freeman begins to see my diplomacy, and regrets his inability to plunder my property, as the natives had done at Gallinas — His plot to effect this — How I counteract it 405 CHAP. LXVII. — My barracoons destroyed — Adieus to New Sestros — 1 sail with Sea- gram, in the Termagant, for Cape Mount — A slaver in 6ight — All the nautical men depart to attack her in boats during a calm — I am left in charge of Her Britannic Majesty's cruiser — The fruitless issue— Escape of the Serea 411 CHAP. LXVIII. — "We land at Cape Mount, and obtain a cession of territory, by deed, from King Fana-Toro and Prince Gray — I explore the region — Site of old English slave factory — Difficulty of making the negroes comprehend my improve- ments at New Florence — Negro speculations and philosophy in regard to labor . 414 CHAP. LXIX. — Visit to Monrovia— Description of the colony and its products — Speculations on the future of the republic, and the character of colored coloni- zation 419 CHAP. LXX. — I remove, and settle permanently at New Florence — I open commu- nications with cruisers to supply them with provisions, &c — Anecdote of Soma, the gambler — His sale and danger in the hands of a Bushman — Mode of gambling one's self away in Africa — A letter from Governor Macdonald destroys my pros- pect of British protection — I haul down the British flag — I determine to devote myself to husbandry— Bad prospect 424 CHAP. LXXI. — Account of the character of the Vey negroes— The Gree-gree bush — Description of this institution, its rites, services, and uses — Marriage and midwifery — A scene with Fana-Toro, at Toso — Human sacrifice of his enemy; frying a heart; indignity committed on the body — Anecdote of the king's endu- rance ; burns his finger as a test, and rallies his men — Death of Prince Gray — Fu- neral rites among the Vey people — Smoking the corpse — I am offered the choice of his widows 481 CHAP. LXXIL— My workshops, gardens, and plantations at the Capo Mount settle- ment—I do not prosper as a farmer or trader with the interior—! desire to build CONTENTS. XYii a coaster— I aid in the transfer of the Yankee clipper A to a slaver— I part on bad terms with the British— Game at Cape Mount— Adventure of a boy and an Owano-outang—Tlow we killed leopards, and saved our castle— Mode of hunting elephants— Elephant law 437 CHAP. LXXIII.— Fana-Toro's war, and Its effect on my establishmcnt-I decline joining actively in the conflict— I allow captives to be shipped by a Gallinas factor —Two years of blockade by tho British— A miraculous voyage of a long-boat with thirty-three slaves to Bahia— My disasters and mishaps at Cape Mount in conse- quence of this war— Exaggerations of my enemies— My true character— Letter from Eev. John Sets to me— My desire to aid tho missionaries— Cain and Curtis stimulate the British against me— Adventure of the Chancellor— the British de- stroy my establishment-Death of Fana-Toro— The natives revenge my loss— The end ~" 44J THEODORE CANOT. CHAPTER I. Whilst Bonaparte was busy conquering Italy, my excellent father, Louis Canot, a captain and paymaster in the French army, thought fit to pursue his fortunes among the gentler sex of that fascinating country, and luckily won the heart and hand of a blooming Piedmontese, to whom I owe my birth in the capi- tal of Tuscany. If j father was faithful to the Emperor as well as the Consul. He followed his sovereign in his disasters as well as glory ; nor did he falter in allegiance until death closed his career on the Ueld of Waterloo. Soldiers' wives are seldom rich, and my mother was no ex- ception to the rule. She was left in very moderate circum- stances, with six children to support ; but the widow of an old campaigner, who had partaken the sufferings of many a l«og and dreary march with her husband, was neither disheartened by the calamity, nor at a loss for thrifty expedients to educate her younger offspring. Accordingly, I was kept at school, studying geography, arithmetic, history and the languages, until near twelve years old, when it was thought time for me to choose a profession. At school, and in my leisure hours, I had alwayu X CAPTAIN CANOT; OR, been a greedy devourer of books of travel, or historical narra tives full of stirring incidents, so that when I avowed my prefer- ence for a sea-faring life, no one was surprised. Indeed, my fancy was rather applauded, as two of my mother's brothers had served in the Neapolitan navy, under Murat. Proper inquiries were quickly made at Leghorn ; and, in a few weeks, I found myself on the mole of that noble seaport, comfortably equipped, with a liberal outfit, ready to embark, as an apprentice, upon the American ship Galatea, of Boston. It was in the year 1819, that I first saluted the element upon which it has been my destiny to pass so much of my life. The reader will readily imagine the discomforts to which I was sub- jected on this voyage. Born and bred in the interior of Italy, I had only the most romantic ideas of the sea. My opinions had been formed from the lives of men in loftier rank and under more interesting circumstances. My career was necessarily one of great hardship ; and, to add to my misfortunes, I had neither companion nor language to vent my grief and demand sympathy. For the first three months, I was the butt of every joker in the ship. I was the scape-goat of every accident and of every one's sins or carelessness. As I lived in the cabin, each plate, glass, or utensil that fell to leeward in a gale, was charged to my negli- gence. Indeed, no one seemed to compassionate my lot save a fat, lubberly negro cook, whom I could not endure. He was the first African my eye ever fell on, and I must confess that he was the only friend I possessed during my early adventures. Besides the officers of the Galatea, there was a clerk on board, whom the captain directed to teach me English, so that, by the time we reached Sumatra, I was able to stand up for my rights, and plead my cause. As we could not obtain a cargo of pepper on the island, we proceeded to Bengal ; and, on our arri- val at Calcutta, the captain, who was also supercargo, took apart- ments on shore, where the clerk and myself were allowed to fol- low him. According to the fashion of that period, the house provided for our accommodation was a spacious and elegant one, equipped with every oriental comfort and convenience, while fifteen or TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 3 twenty servants were always at the command of its inmates. For three months we lived like nabobs, and sorry, indeed, was I when the clerk announced that the vessel's loading was completed, and our holiday over. On the voyage home, I was promoted from the cabin, and sent into the steerage to do duty as a " light hand," in the chief mate's watch. Between this officer and the captain there was ill blood, and, as I was considered the master's pet, I soon began to feel the bitterness of the subordinate's spite. This fellow was not only cross-grained, but absolutely malignant. One day, while the ship was skimming along gayly with a five-knot breeze, he ordered me out to the end of the jib-boom to loosen the sail ; yet, without waiting until I was clear of the jib, he suddenly commanded the men who were at the halliards to hoist the can- vas aloft. A sailor who stood by pointed out my situation, but was cursed into silence. In a moment I was jerked into the air, and, after performing half a dozen involuntary summersets, was thrown into the water, some distance from the ship's side. 'When I rose to the surface, I heard the prolonged cry of the anxious crew, all of whom rushed to the ship's side, some with ropes' ends, some with chicken coops, while others sprang to the stern boat to prepare it for launching. In the midst of the hurly-burly, the captain reached the deck, and laid the ship to ; the sailor who had remonstrated with the mate having, in the meantime, clutched that officer, and attempted to throw him over, believing I had been drowned by his cruelty. As the sails of the Galatea flattened against the wind, many an anxious eye was strained over the water in search of me ; but I was nowhere seen ! In truth, as the vessel turned on her heel, the movement" brought her so close to the spot where I rose, that I clutched a rope thrown over for my rescue, and climbed to the lee channels without being perceived. As I leaped to the deck, I found one half the men in tumultuous assemblage around the struggling mate and sailor ; but mv sudden apparition served to divert the mob from its fell purpose, and, in a few moments, order was per- fectly restored. Our captain was an intelligent and just man> as may be readily supposed from the fact that he exclusively 4 CAPTAIN CANOT J OR, controlled so valuable an enterprise. Accordingly, the matter was examined with much deliberation ; and, on the following day, the chief mate was deprived of his command. I should not forget to mention that, in the midst of the excitement, my sable friend the cook leaped overboard to rescue his protege. Nobody happened to notice the darkey when he sprang into the sea ; and, as he swam in a direction quite contrary from the spot where I fell, he was nigh being lost, when the ship's sails were trimmed upon her course. Just at that moment a faint call was heard from the sea, and the woolly skull perceived in time for rescue. This adventure elevated not only " little Theodore," but our " culinary artist" in the good opinion of the mess. Every Sat- urday night my African friend was allowed to share the cheer of the forecastle, while our captain presented him with a certifi- cate of his meritorious deed, and made the paper more palatable by the promise of a liberal bounty in current coin at the end of the voyage. I now began to feel at ease, and acquire a genuine fondness for sea life. My aptitude for languages not only familiarized me with English, but enabled me soon to begin the scientific study of navigation, in which, I am glad to say, that Captain Solomon Towne was always pleased to aid my industrious efforts. "VVe touched at St. Helena for supplies, but as Napoleon was still alive, a British frigate met us within five miles of that rock- bound coast, and after furnishing a scant supply of water, bade us take our way homeward. I remember very well that it was a fine night in July, 1820, when we touched the wharf at Boston, Massachusetts. Captain Towne's family resided in Saiem, and, of course, he was soon on his way thither. The new mate had a young wife in Boston, and he, too, was speedily missing. One by one, the crew sneaked off in the darkness. The second mate quickly found an excuse for a visit in the neighborhood ; so that, by midnight, the Galatea, with a cargo valued at about one hund/ed and twenty thousand dollars, was intrusted to the watchfulness of a stripling cabin- boy. I do not say it boastfully, but it is true that, whenever I TWENTY YEARS OP AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 5 have been placed in responsible situations, from the earnest period of my recollection, I felt an immediate stirring of that pride which always made me equal, or at least willing, for the required duty. All night long I paced the deck. Of all the wandering crowd that had accompanied me nearly a year across many seas, I alone had no companions, friends, home, or sweet- heart, to seduce me from my craft ; and I confess that the senti- ment of loneliness, which, under other circumstances, might have unmanned me at my American greeting, was stifled by the min- gled vanity and pride with which I trod the quarter-deck as tem- porary captain. When dawn ripened into daylight, I remembered the stirring account my shipmates had given of the beauty of Boston, and I suddenly felt disposed to imitate the example of my fellow-sail- ors. Honor, however, checked my feet as they moved towards the ship's ladder ; so that, instead of descending her side, I closed the cabin door, and climbed to the main-royal yard, to see the city at least, if I could not mingle with its inhabitants. I cxpectedHo behold a second Calcutta; but my fancy was not gra- tified. Instead of observing the long, glittering lines of palaces and villas I left in India and on the Tuscan shore, my Italian eyes were first of all saluted by dingy bricks and painted boards. But, as my sight wandered away from the town, and swept down both sides of the beautiful bay, filled with its lovely islands, and dressed in the fresh greenness of summer, I confess that my memory and heart were magically carried away into the heart of Italy, playing sad tricks with my sense of duty, when I was abruptly restored to consciousness by hearing the heavy foot- fall of a stranger on deck. The intruder — as well as I could see from aloft — seemed to be a stout, elderly person. I did not delay to descend the rat- lins, but slid down a back-stay, just in time to meet the stran- ger as he approached our cabin. My notions of Italian manners did not yet permit me to appreciate the greater freedom and social liberty with which I have since become so familiar in America, and it may naturally be supposed that I was rather peremptory in ordering the inquisitive Bostonian to leave tho b CAPTAIN canot; or, ship. I was in command — in my first command; and so uncere- monious a visit was peculiarly annoying. Nor did the conduct of the intruder lessen my anger, as, quietly smiling at my order, he continued moving around the ship, and peered into every nook and corner. Presently he demanded whether I was alone ? My self-possession was quite sufficient to leave the question un- answered ; but I ordered him off again, and, to enforce my com- mand, called a dog that did not exist. My ruse, however, did not succeed. The Yankee still continued his examination, while I followed closely on his heels, now and then twitching the long skirts of his surtout to enforce my mandate for his departure. During this promenade, my unwelcome guest questioned me about the captain's health, — about the mate, — as to the cause of his dismissal, — about our cargo, — and the length of our voyage. Each new question begot a shorter and more surly answer. I was perfectly satisfied that he was not only a rogue, but a most impudent one ; and my Franco-Italian temper strained almost to bursting. By this time, we approached the house which covered the steering-gear at the ship's stern, and in which were buckets con- taining a dozen small turtles, purchased at the island of Ascen- sion, where we stopped to water after the refusal at St. Helena. The turtle at once attracted the stranger's notice, and he promptly offered to purchase them. I stated that only half the lot be- longed to me, but that I would sell the whole, provided he was able to pay. In a moment, my persecutor drew forth a well- worn pocket-book, and handing me six dollars, asked whether I was satisfied with the price. The dollars were unquestionable gleams, if not absolute proofs, of honesty, and I am sure my heart would have melted had not the purchaser insisted on taking one of the buckets to convey the turtles home. Now, as these charming implements were part of the ship's pride, as well as property, and had been laboriously adorned by our marine artists with a spread eagle and the vessel's name, I resisted the demand, offering, at the same time, to return the money. But my turtle- dealer was not to be repulsed so easily ; his ugly smile still sneered in my face as he endeavored to push me asido and drag TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVEK. 7 the bucket from my hand. I soon found that he was the stronger of the two, and that it would be impossible for me to rescue my bucket fairly ; so, giving it a sudden twist and shake, I contrived to upset both water and turtles on the deck, thus sprinkling the feet and coat-tails of the veteran with a copious ablution. To my surprise, however, the tormentor's cursed grin not only con- tinued but absolutely expanded to an immoderate laugh, the up- roariousness of which was increased by another suspicious Bosto- nian, who leaped on deck during our dispute. By this time I was in a red heat. My lips were white, my cheeks in a blaze, and my eyes sparks. Beyond myself with ferocious rage, I gnashed my teeth, and buried them in the hand which I could not otherwise release from its grasp on the bucket. In the scramble, I either lost or destroyed part of my bank notes ; yet, being conqueror at last, I became clement, and taking up my turtles, once more insisted upon the departure of my annoycrs. There is no doubt that I larded my language with certain epithets, very current among sailors, most of which are learned more rapidly by foreign- ers than the politer parts of speech. Still the abominable monster, nothing daunted by my on- slaught, rushed to the cabin, and would doubtless have de- scended, had not I been nimbler than he in reaching the doors, against which I placed my back, in defiance. Here, of course, another battle ensued, enlivened by a chorus of laughter from a crowd of laborers on the wharf. This time I could not bite, yet I kept the apparent thief at bay with my feet, kicking his shins unmercifully whenever he approached, and swearing in the choicest Tuscan. He who knows any thing of Italian character, especially when it is additionally spiced by French condiments, may imagine the intense rage to which so volcanic a nature as mine was, by this time, fully aroused. Language and motion were nearly exhaust- ed. I could neither speak nor strike. The mind's passion had almost produced the body's paralysis. Tears began to fall from my eyes : but still he laughed ! At length, I suddenly flung wide the cabin doors, and leaping below at a bound, seized from the rack a loaded musket, with which I rushed upon deck. As soon 8 CAPTAIN canot; or, as the muzzle appeared above the hatchway, my tormentor sprang over the ship, and by the time I reached the ladder, I found him on the wharf, surrounded by a laughing and shouting crowd. I shook my head menacingly at the group ; and shouldering my firelock, mounted guard at the gangway. It was fully a quarter of an hour that I paraded (occasionally ramming home my mus- ket's charge, and varying the amusement by an Italian defiance to the jesters), before the tardy mate made his appearance on the wharf. But what was my consternation, when I beheld him advance deferentially to my pestilent visitor, and taking off his hat, respectfully offer to conduct him on board ! This was a great lesson to me in life on the subject of " appearances." The shabby old individual was no less a personage than the celebrated William Gray, of Boston, owner of the Gralatea and cargo, and proprietor of many a richer craft then floating on every sea. But Mr. Gray was a forgiving enemy. As he left the ship that morning, he presented me fifty dollars, " in exchange," he said, " for the six destroyed in protection of his property ; " and, on the day of my discharge, he not only paid the wages of my voyage, but added fifty dollars more to aid my schooling in scientific navigation. Four years after, I again met this distinguished merchant at the Marlborough Hotel, in Boston. I was accompanied, on that occasion, by an uncle who visited the United States on a com- mercial tour. When my relative mentioned my name to Mr. Gray, that gentleman immediately recollected me, and told my venerable kinsman that he never received such abuse as I bestowed on him in July, 1820 ! The sting of my teeth, he declared, still tingled in his hand, while the kicks I bestowed on his ankles, occasionally displayed the scars they had left on his limbs. He seemed particularly annoyed, however, by some caustic remarks I had made about his protuberant stomach, and forgave the blows but not the language. My uncle, who was somewhat of a tart disciplinarian, gave me an extremely black look, while, in French, he demanded an explanation of my conduct. I knew Mr. Gray, however, better than my relative ; and so, without heeding his reprimand, I an- TWENTY YKARS OP AN AFRICAN SLAVER. swered, in English, that if I cursed the ship's owner on that occasion, it was my debut in the English language on the Ameri- can continent ; and as my Anglo-Saxon education had been fin- ished in a forecastle, it was not to be expected I should be select in my vocabulary. " Nevertheless," I added, " Mr. Gray was so delighted with my accolade, that he valued my defence of his property and our delicious tete-a-tete at the sum of a hundred dollars!" 10 captain canot; or CHAPTEK II. The anecdote told in the last chapter revived my uncle's recol- lection of several instances of my early impetuosity ; among which was a rencounter with Lord Byron, while that poet was residing at his villa on the slope of Monte Negro near Leghorn, which he took the liberty to narrate to Mr. Gray. A commercial house at that port, in which my uncle had some interest, was the noble lord's banker ; — and, one day, while my relative and the poet were inspecting some boxes recently arrived from Greece, I was dispatched to see them safely deposited in the warehouse. Suddenly, Lord Byron demanded a pencil. My uncle had none with him, but remembering that I had lately been presented one in a handsome silver case, requested the loan of it. Now, as this was my first silver possession, I was somewhat reluctant to let it leave my possession even for a mo- ment, and handed it to his lordship with a bad grace. When the poet had made his memorandum, he paused a moment, as if lost in thought, and then very unceremoniously — but, doubtless, in a fit of abstraction — put the pencil in his pocket. If I had already visited America at that time, it is likely that I would have warned the Englishman of his mistake on the spot ; but, as children in the Old World are rather more curbed in their inter- course with elders than on this side of the Atlantic, I bore the forgetfulness as well as I could until next morning. Summoning all my resolution, I repaired without my uncle's knowledge to the poet's house at an early hour, and after much difficulty was TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 1J admitted to his room. He was still in bed. Every body has heard of Byron's peevishness, when disturbed or intruded on. He demanded my business in a petulant and offensive tone. I replied, respectfully, that on the preceding day I loaned him a silver pencil, — strongly emphasizing and repeating the word silver, — which, I was grieved to say, he forgot to return. Byron reflect- ed a moment, and then declared he had restored it to me on the spot ! I mildly but firmly denied the fact ; while his lordship as sturdily reasserted it. In a short time, we were both in such a passion that Byron commanded me to leave the room. I edged out of the apartment with the slow, defying air of angry boy- hood ; but when I reached the door, I suddenly turned, and looking at him with all the bitterness I felt for his nation, called him, in French, " an English hog ! " Till then our quarrel had been waged in Italian. Hardly were the words out of my mouth when his lordship leaped from the bed, and in the scantiest dra- pery imaginable, seized me by the collar, inflicting such a shaking as I would willingly have exchanged for a tertian ague from the Pontine marshes. The sudden air-bath probably cooled his choler, for, in a few moments, we found ourselves in a pacific ex- planation about the luckless pencil. Hitherto I had not men- tioned my uncle ; but the moment I stated the relationship, Byron became pacified and credited my story. After searching his pockets once more ineffectually for the lost silver, he present- ed me his own gold pencil instead, and requested me to say why I " cursed him in French /" " My father was a Frenchman, my lord," said I. " And your mother 1 " " She is an Italian, sir." " Ah ! no wonder, then, you called me an ' English hog.' The hatred runs in the blood ; you could not help it." After a moment's hesitation, he continued, — still pacing the apartment in his night linen, — " You don't like the English, do you, my boy ? " " No," said I, " I don't.' " Why ? " returned Byron, quietly. " Because my father died fighting them," replied I. *2 CAPTAIN CANOT J OR, " Then, youngster, you have a right to hate them," said the poet, as he put me gently out of the door, and locked it on the inside. A week after, one of the porters of my uncle's warehouse offered to sell, at an exorbitant price, what he called " Lord Byron's pencil," declaring that his lordship had presented it to him. My uncle was on the eve of bargaining with the man, when he perceived his own initials on the silver. In fact, it was my lost gift. Byron, in his abstraction, had evidently mistaken the porter for myself; so the servant was rewarded with a trifling gratuity, while my virtuoso uncle took the liberty to appropriate the golden relic of Byron to himself, and put me off with the humbler remembrance of his honored name. These, however, are episodes. Let us return once more to the Galatea and her worthy commander. Captain Towne retired to Salem after the hands were dis- charged, and took me with him to reside in his family until he was ready for another voyage. In looking back through the vista of a stormy and adventurous life, my memory lights on no hap- pier days than those spent in this seafaring emporium. Salem, in 1821, was my paradise. I received more kindness, enjoyed more juvenile pleasures, and found more affectionate hospitality in that comfortable city than I can well describe. Every boy was my friend. No one laughed at my broken English, but on the contrary, all seemed charmed by my foreign accent. People thought proper to surround me with a sort of romantic mystery, for, perhaps, there was a flavor of the dashing dare-devil in my demeanor, which imparted influence over homelier companions Besides this, I soon got the reputation of a scholar. I was con- sidered a marvel in languages, inasmuch as I spoke French, Ital- ian, Spanish, English, and professed a familiarity with Latin. I remember there was a wag in Salem, who, determining one day to test my acquaintance with the latter tongue, took me into a neighboring druggist's, where there were some Latin volumes, and handed me one with the request to translate a page, either verbally or on paper. Fortunately, the book he produced was JEsop, whose fables had been so thoroughly studied by me two TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 13 years before, that I even knew some of them by heart. Still, as I was not very well versed in the niceties of English, I thought it prudent to make my version of the selected fable in French ; and, as there was a neighbor who knew the latter language per- fectly, my translation was soon rendered into English, and the proficiency of the " Italian boy " conceded I sailed during five years from Salem on voyages to various parts of the world, always employing my leisure, while on shore and at sea, in familiarizing myself minutely with the practical and scientific details of the profession to which I designed devot- ing my life. I do not mean to narrate the adventures of those early voyages, but I cannot help setting down a single anecdote of that fresh and earnest period, in order to illustrate the changes that time and u circumstances " are said to work on human character. In my second voyage to India, I was once on shore with the captain at Quallahbattoo, in search of pepper, when a large proa, or Malay canoe, arrived at the landing crammed with prisoners, from one of the islands. The unfortunate victims were to be sold as slaves. They were the first slaves I had seen ! As the human cargo was disembarked, I observed one of the Malays dragging a handsome young female by the hair along the beach. Cramped by long confinement in the wet bottom of the canoe, the shrieking girl was unable to stand or walk. My blood was up quickly. I ordered the brute to desist from his cruelty ; and, as he answered with a derisive laugh, I felled him to the earth with a single blow of my boat-hook. This impetuous vin- dication of humanity forced us to quit Quallahbattoo in great baste; but, at the age of seventeen, my feelings in regard to slavery were very different from what this narrative may disclose them to have become in later days. "When my apprenticeship was over, I made two or three suc- cessful voyages as mate, until — I am ashamed to say, — that a " disappointment " caused me to forsake my employers, and to yield to the temptations of reckless adventure. This sad and early blight overtook me at Antwerp, — a port rather noted for 14 CAPTAIN canot; or, the backslidings of young seamen. My hard-earned pay soon diminished very sensibly, while I was desperately in love with a Belgian beauty, who made a complete fool of me — for at least three months ! From Antwerp, I betook myself to Paris to vent my second " disappointment." The pleasant capital of la belle France was a cup that I drained at a single draught. Few young men of eighteen or twenty have lived faster. The gaming tables at Frascati's and the Palais Royal finished my consumptive purse ; and, leaving an empty trunk as a recompense for my landlord, I took " French leave" one fine morning, and hastened to sea. The reader will do me the justice to believe that nothing but the direst necessity compelled me to embark on board a British vessel, bound to Brazil. The captain and his wife who accom- panied him, were both stout, handsome Irish people, of equal age, but addicted to fondness for strong and flavored drinks. My introduction on board was signalized by the ceremonious bestowal upon me of the key of the spirit-locker, with a strict injunction from the commander to deny more than three glasses daily either to his wife or himself. I hardly comprehended this singular order at first, but, in a few days, I became aware of its propriety. About eleven o'clock her ladyship generally ap- proached when I was serving out the men's ration of gin, and requested me to fill her tumbler. Of course, I gallantly com- plied. When I returned from deck below with the bottle, she again required a similar dose, which, with some reluctance, I fur- nished. At dinner the dame drank porter, but passed off the gin on her credulous husband as water. This system of decep- tion continued as long as the malt liquor lasted, so that her lady- ship received and swallowed daily a triple allowance of capital grog. Indeed, it is quite astonishing what quantities of the article can sometimes be swallowed by seafaring women. The oddness of their appetite for the cordials is not a little enhanced by the well-known aversion the sex have to spirituous fluids, in every shape, on shore. Perhaps the salt air may have something to do with the acquired relish ; but, as I am not composing an TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 15 essay on temperance, I shall leave the discussion to wiser phy- siologists. My companions' indulgence illustrated another diversity be- tween the sexes, which I believe is historically true from the earliest records to the present day. The lady broke her rule, but the captain adhered faithfully to his. Whilst on duty, the allotted three glasses completed his potations. But when we reached Rio de Janeiro, and there was no longer need of absti- nence, save for the sake of propriety, both my shipmates gave loose to their thirst and tempers. They drank, quarrelled, and kissed, with more frequency and fervor than any creatures it has been my lot to encounter throughout an adventurous life. After we got the vessel into the inner harbor, — though not without a mishap, owing to the captain's drunken stubbornness, — my Irish friends resolved to take lodgings for a while on shore. For two days they did not make their appearance ; but toward the close of the third, they returned, " fresh," as they said, " from the theatre." It was very evident that the jolly god had been their companion ; and, as I was not a little scandalized by the conjugal scenes which usually closed these frolics, I hastened to order tea under the awning on deck, while I betook myself to a hammock which was slung on the main boom. Just as I fell off into pleasant dreams, I was roused from my nap by a prelude to the opera. Madame gave her lord the lie direct. A loaf of bread, discharged against her head across the table, was his reply. Not content with this harmless demonstration of rage, he seized the four corners.of the table cloth, and gathering the tea-things and food in the sack, threw the whole overboard into the bay. In a flash, the tigress fastened on his scanty locks with one hand, while, with the other, she pummelled his eyes and nose. Badly used as he was, I must confess that the captain proved too generous to retaliate on that portion of his spouse where female charms are most bewitching and visible ; still, I am much mistaken if the sound spanking she received did not elsewhere leave marks of physical vigor that would have been creditable to a pugilist. It was remarkable that these human tornados were as violent 16 CAPTAIN CANOT J OR, and brief as those which scourge tropical lands as well as tropical characters. In a quarter of an hour there was a dead calm. The silence of the night, on those still and star-lit waters, was only broken by a sort of chirrup, that might have been mistaken for a cricket, but which I think was a kiss. Indeed, I was rapidly going off again to sleep, when I was called to give the key of the spirit-locker, — a glorious resource that never failed as a solemn seal of reconciliation and bliss. Next morning, before I awoke, the captain went ashore, and when his wife, at breakfast, inquired my knowledge of the night's affray, my gallantry forced me to confess that I was one of the soundest sleepers on earth or water, and, moreover, that I was surprised to learn there had been the least difference between such happy partners. In spite of my simplicity, the lady in- sisted on confiding her griefs, with the assurance that she would not have been half so angry had not her spouse foolishly thrown her silver spoons into the sea, with the bread and butter. She grew quite eloquent on the pleasures of married life, and told me of many a similar reproof she had been forced to give her hus- band during their voyages. It did him good, she said, and kept him wholesome. In fact, she hoped, that if ever I married, I would have the luck to win a guardian like herself. Of course, I was again most gallantly silent. Still, I could not help reserv- ing a decision as to the merits of matrimony ; for present appear- ances certainly did not demonstrate the bliss I had so often read and heard of. At any rate, I resolved, that if ever I ventured upon a trial of love, it should, at least, in the first instance, be love without liquor ! On our return to Europe we called at Dover for orders, and found that Antwerp was our destination. We made sail at sun- set, but as the wind was adverse and the weather boisterous, we anchored for two days in the Downs. At length, during a lull of the gale, we sailed for the mouth of the Scheldt ; but, as we approached the coast of Holland, the wind became light and baffling, so that we were unable to enter the river. We had not taken a pilot at Ramsgate, being confident of obtaining one off Flushing. At sundown, the storm again arose in all its fury TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 17 from the northwest ; but all attempts to put back to England were unavailing, for we dared not show a rag of sail before the howling tempest. It was, indeed, a fearful night of wind, hail, darkness, and anxiety. . At two o'clock in the morning, we suddenly grounded on one of the numerous banks off Flushing. Hardly had we struck when the sea made a clean sweep over us, covering the decks with sand, and snapping the spars like pipe- sn -ins. The captain was killed instantly by the fall of a top-gal- lant yard, which crushed his skull ; while the sailors, who in such moments seem possessed by utter recklessness, broke into the spirit-room and drank to excess. For awhile I had some hope that the stanchness of our vessel's hull might enable us to cling to her till daylight, but she speedily bilged and began to fill. After this it would have been madness to linger. The boats were still safe. The long one was quickly filled by the crew, un- der the command of the second mate — who threw an anker of gin into the craft before he leaped aboard, — while I reserved the jolly-boat for myself, the captain's widow, the cook, and the stew- ard. The long-boat was never heard of. All night long that dreadful nor'wester howled along and lashed the narrow sea between England and the Continent ; yet I kept our frail skiff before it, hoping, at daylight, to descry the lowlands of Belgium. The heart-broken woman rested motion- less in the stern-sheets. We covered her with all the available garments, and, even in the midst of our own griefs, could not help feeling that the suddenness of her double desolation had made her perfectly unconscious of our dreary surroundings. Shortly after eight o'clock a cry of joy announced the sight of land within a short distance. The villagers of Bragden, who soon descried us, hastened to the beach, and rushing knee-deep into the water, signalled that the shore was safe after passing the surf. The sea was churned by the storm into a perfect foam. Breakers roared, gathered, and poured along like avalanches. Still, there was no hope for us but in passing the line of these angry sentinels. Accordingly, I watched the 3well, and pulling firmly, bow on, into the first of the breakers, we spun with such arrowy swiftness across the intervening space, that I recollect 18 captain canot; or, nothing until we were clasped in the arms of the brawny Belgi- ans on the beach. But, alas ! the poor widow was no more. I cannot imagine when she died. During the four hours of our passage from the wreck to land, her head rested on my lap ; yet no spasm of pain or convulsion marked the moment of her departure. That night the parish priest buried the unfortunate lady, and afterwards carried round a plate, asking alms, — not for masses to insure the repose of her soul, — but to defray the expenses of the living to Ostend. TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 19 CHAPTER III. I had no time or temper to be idle. In a week, I was on board a Dutch galliot, bound to Havana ; but I soon perceived that I was again under the command of two captains — male and female. The regular master superintended the navigation, while the bloomer controlled the whole of us. Indeed, the dame was the actual owner of the craft, and, from skipper to cabin-boy, gov- erned not only our actions but our stomachs. I know not whether it was piety or economy that swayed her soul, but I never met a person who was so rigid as this lady in the obser- vance of the church calendar, especially whenever a day of absti- nence allowed her to deprive us of our beef. Nothing but my destitution compelled me to ship in this craft ; still, to say the truth, I had well-nigh given up all idea of returning to the United States, and determined to engage in any adventurous ex- pedition that my profession offered. In 1824, it will be remem- bered, Mexico, the Spanish main, Peru, and the Pacific coasts, were renowned for the fortunes they bestowed on enterprise ; and, as the galliot was bound to Havana, I hailed her as a sort of floating bridge to my El Dorado. On the seventh night after our departure, while beating out of the bay of Biscay with a six-knot breeze, in a clear moonlight, we ran foul of a vessel which approached us on the opposite tack. Whence she sprang no one could tell. In an instant, she appear- 20 CAPTAIN CANOT ; OR, ed and was on us with a dreadful concussion. Every man was prostrated on deck and all our masts were carried away. From the other vessel we heard shrieks and a cry of despair ; but the ill-omened miscreant disappeared as rapidly as she approached, and left us floating a helpless log, on a sea proverbial for storms. We contrived, however, to reach the port of Ferrol, in Spain, where we were detained four months, in consequence of the difficulty of obtaining the materials for repairs, notwithstanding this place is considered the best and largest ship yard of Cas- tile. It was at Ferrol that I met with a singular adventure, which was well-nigh depriving me of my personal identity, as Peter Schlemhil was deprived of his shadow. I went one afternoon in my boat to the other side of the harbor to obtain some pieces of leather from a tannery, and, having completed my purchase, was. lounging slowly towards the quay, when I stopped at a house for a drink of water. I was handed a tumbler by the trim-built, black-eyed girl, who stood in the doorway, and whose rosy lips and sparkling eyes were more the sources of my thirst than the water ; but, while I was drinking, the damsel ran into the dwel- ling, and hastily returned with her mother and another sister, who stared at me a moment without saying a word, and simulta- neously fell upon my neck, smothering my lips and cheeks with repeated kisses ! " Oh ! mi querido hijo" said the mother. 11 Carissimo Antonio" sobbed the daughter. " Mi hermano ! " exclaimed her sister. " Dear son, dear Antonio, dear brother I Come into the bouse ; where have you been ? Your grandmother is dying to see you once more ! Don't delay an instant, but come in without a word ! Por dios ! that we should have caught you at last, and in such a way : Ave Maria ! madrecita, aqui viene Antonito! " In the midst of all these exclamations, embraces, fondlings, and kisses, it may easily be imagined that I stood staring about me with wide eyes and mouth, and half-drained tumbler in hand, like one in a dream. I asked no questions, but as the dame was buxom, and the girls were fresh, I kissed in return, and followed I TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 21 unreluctantly as they half dragged, half carried me into their domicil. On the door sill of the inner apartment I fonnd myself locked in the skinny arms of a brown arid withered crone, who was said to be my grandmother, and, of course, my youthful moustache was properly bedewed with tke moisture of her toothless mouth. As soon as I was seated, I took the liberty to say, — though without any protest against this charming assault, — that I fancied there might possibly be some mistake ; but I was quickly silenced. My madrccita declared at once, and in the presence of my four shipmates, that, six years before, I left her on my first voyage in a Dutch vessel ; that my glierido padre, had gone to bliss two years after my departure ; and, according- ly, that now, I, Antonio Gomez y Carrasco, was the only sur- viving male of the family, and, of course, would never more quit either her, my darling sisters, or the old pobrecita, our grand- mother. This florid explanation was immediately closed like the pleasant air of an opera by a new chorus of kisses, nor can there be any doubt that I responded to the embraces of my sweet hcrmanas with the most gratifying fraternity. Our charming quartette lasted in all its harmony for half an hour, during which volley after volley of family secrets was dis- charged into my eager ears. So rapid was the talk, and so quickly was its thread taken up and spun out by each of the three, that I had no opportunity to interpose. At length, however, in a momentary lull and in a jocular manner, — but in rather bad Spanish, — I ventured to ask my loving and talkative mamma, " what amount of property my worthy father had deemed proper to leave on earth for his son when he took his departure to rest con Dios 1 " I thought it possible that this agreeable drama was a Spanish joke, got up aP improvista, and that I might end it by exploding the dangerous mine of money : besides this, it was growing late, and my return to the galliot was imperative. But alas ! my question brought tears in an instant into my mother's eyes, and I saw that the scene vt&snot a jest. Accordingly, I hastened, in all seriousness, to explain and insist on their error. 22 captain canot; or, I protested with all the force of my Franco-Italian nature and Spanish rhetoric, against the assumed relationship. But all was unavailing ; they argued and persisted ; they brought in the neighbors ; lots of old women and old men, with rusty cloaks or shawls, with cigars or cigarillos in mouth, formed a jury of inquest ; so that, in the end, there was an unanimous verdict in favor of my Galician nativity ! Finding matters had indeed taken so serious a turn, and know- ing the impossibility of eradicating an impression from the female mind when it becomes imbedded with so much apparent con- viction, I resolved to yield ; and, assuming the manner of a penitent prodigal, I kissed the girls, embraced my mother, passed my head over both shoulders of my grand-dame, and promised my progenitors a visit next day. As I did not keep my word, and two suns descended without my return, the imaginary " mother " applied to the ministers of law to enforce her rights over the truant boy. The Alcalde, after hearing my story, dismissed the claim ; but my dissatisfied relatives summoned me, on appeal, before the governor of the district, nor was it without infinite difficulty that I at last succeeded in shaking off their annoying consanguinity. I have always been at a loss to account for this queer mis- take. It is true that my father was in Spain with the French army during Napoleon's invasion, but that excellent gentleman was a faithful spouse as well as valiant soldier, and I do not remember that he ever sojourned in the pleasant port of Fer- rol! At length, we sailed for Havana, and nothing of importance occurred to break the monotony of our hot and sweltering vo} r age, save a sudden flurry of jealousy on the part of the captain, who imagined I made an attempt to conquer the pious and economical heart of his wife ! In truth, nothing was further from my mind or taste than such an enterprise ; but as the demon had complete possession of him, and his passion was stimulated by the lies of a cabin boy, I was forced to undergo an inquisitorial examina- tion, which I resisted manfully but fruitlessly. The Bloomer- TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVBR. 23 dame, who knew her man, assumed such an air of outraged innocence and calumniated virtue, interlarded with sohs, tears, and hysterics, that her perplexed husband was quite at his wit's end, but terminated the scene by abruptly ordering me to my state-room. This was at nightfall. I left the cabin willingly but with great mortification ; yet the surly pair eyed each other with so much anger that I had some fear for the denouement. I know not what passed during the silent watches of that night ; but doubtless woman's witchcraft had much to do in pouring oil on the seared heart of the skipper. At daylight he emerged from his cabin with orders to have the tell tale cabin boy soundly thrashed ; and, when Madame mounted the deck, I saw at a glance that her influence was completely restored. Nor was I neglected in this round of reconciliation. In tho course of the day, I was requested to resume my duty on board, but I stubbornly refused. Indeed, my denial caused the captain great uneasiness, for he was a miserable navigator, and, now that we approached the Bahamas, my services were chiefly requisite. The jealous scamp was urgent in desiring me to forget the past and resume duty ; still I declined, especially as his wife inform- ed me in private that there would perhaps be peril in my com- pliance. The day after we passed the " Hole in the Wall" and steered for Salt Key, we obtained no meridian observation, and no one on board, except myself, was capable of taking a lunar, which in our position, among unknown keys and currents, was of the greatest value. I knew this troubled the skipper, yet, after his wife's significant warning, I did not think it wise to resume my functions. Nevertheless, I secretly made calculations and watched the vessel's course. Another day went by without a noontide observation ; but, at midnight, I furtively obtained a lunar, by the result of which I found we were drifting close to the Cuba reefs, about five miles from the Cruz del Padre. As soon as I was sure of my calculation and sensible of im- minent danger, I did not hesitate to order the second officer, — whose watch it was, — to call all hands and tack ship. At the 24 CAPTAIN canot; or, same time, I directed the helmsman to luff the galliot close into the wind's eye. But the new mate, proud of his command, refused to obey until the captain was informed ; nor would he call that officer, inasmuch as no danger was visible ahead on the allotted course. But time was precious. Delay would lose us. As I felt confi- dent of my opinion, I turned abruptly from the disobedient mariners, and letting go the main brace, brought the vessel to with the topsail aback. Quickly, then, I ordered the watch as it rushed aft, to clew up the mainsail ; — but alas ! no one would obey; and, in the fracas, the captain, who rushed on deck igno- rant of the facts or danger, ordered me back to my state-room with curses for my interference in his skilful navigation. With a shrug of my shoulders, I obeyed. Remonstrance was useless. For twenty minutes the galliot cleft the waters on her old course, when the look-out screamed : " Hard up ! — rocks and breakers dead a-head ! " " Put down the helm ! " yelled the confused second-mate ; — but the galliot lost her headway, and, taken aback, shaved the edge of a foam-covered rock, dropping astern on a reef with seven feet water around her. All was consternation ; — sails flapping ; breakers roaring ; ropes snapping and beating ; masts creaking ; hull thumping ; men shouting ! The captain and his wife were on deck in the wink of an eye. Every one issued an order and no one obeyed. At last, the lady shouted — " let go the anchor ! " — the worst command that could be given, — and down went the best bower and the second anchor, while the vessel swung round, and dashed flat on both of them. No one seemed to think of clewing up the sails, and thereby lessening the impetuous surges of the unfor- tunate galliot. Our sad mishap occurred about one o'clock in the morning. Fortunately there was not much wind and the sea was tolerably calm, so that we could recognize, and, in some degree, control our situation ; — yet, every thing on board appeared given over to Batavian stupidity and panic. My own feelings may be understood by those who have calmly *» ^vi:.vi\ >::ak.s Of .\.\ afhiuan slaveu. 25 passed through danger, while they beheld their companions un- manned by fear or lack of coolness There was no use of my in- terference, for no one would hoc J me. At last the captain's wife, who was probably the most collected individual on board, called my name loudly, and in the presence of officers and crew, who, by tliis time were generally crowded on the quarter-deck, en- treated me to save her ship ! Of course, I sprang to duty. Every sail was clewed up, while the anchors were weighed to prevent our thumping on them. I next ordered the boats to be lowered ; and, taking a crew in one, directed the captain to embark in another to seek an escape from our perilous trap. At daylight, we ascertained that we had crossed the edge of the reef at high water, yet it would be useless to attempt to force her back, as she was already half a foot buried in the soft and mushy outcroppings of coral. Soon after sunrise, we beheld, at no great distance, one of those low sandy keys which are so well known to West Indian navigators; while, further iu the distance, loomed up the blue and beautiful outline of the highlands of Cuba. The sea was not much ruffled by swell or waves ; but as we gazed at the key, which we supposed deserted, we saw a boat suddenly shoot from behind one of its points and approach our wreck. The visitors were five in number ; their trim, beautiful boat was completely furnished with fishing implements, and four of the hands spoke Spanish only, while the patron, or master, addressed us in French. The whole crew were dressed in flannel shirts, the skirts of which were belted by a leather strap over their trowsers, and when the wind suddenly dashed the flannel aside, I saw they had long knives concealed beneath it. The patron of these fellows offered to aid us in lightening the galliot and depositing the cargo on the key ; where, he said, there was a hut in which he would guarantee the safety of our merchan- dise until, at the full of the moon, we could float the vessel from the reef. He offered, moreover, to pilot us out of harm's way ; andj for all his services in salvage, we were to pay him a thou- sand dollars. While the master was busy making terms, his companions were 2 26 oArTAiN canot; or, •#, rummaging the galliot in order to ascertain our cargo and arma- ment. It was finally agreed by the captain and his petticoat commodore, that if, by evening and the return of tide, our gal- liot would not float, we would accept the wreckers' offer ; and, accordingly, I was ordered to inform them of the resolution. As soon as I stated our assent, the patron, suddenly assum- ed an air of deliberation, and insisted that the money should bo paid in hard cash on the spot, and not by drafts on Havana, as originally required. I thought the demand a significant one, and hoped the joint partners would neither yield nor admit their ability to do so ; but, unfortunately, they assented at once. The nod and wink I saw the patron immediately bestow on one of his companions, satisfied me of the imprudence of the concession and the justice of my suspicions. The fishermen departed to try their luck on the sea, pro- mising to be back at sunset, on their way to the island. . We spent the day in fruitless efforts to relieve the galliot or to find a channel, so that when the Spaniards returned in the afternoon with a rather careless reiteration of their proposal, our captain, with some eagerness, made his final arrangements for the cargo's discharge early next morning. Our skipper had visited the key in the course of the day, and finding the place of deposit appa- rently safe, and every thing else seemingly honest, he was anx- ious that the night might pass in order that the disembarkation might begin. The calm quiet of that tropic season soon wore away, and, when I looked landward, at day-dawn, I perceived two strange boats at anchor near the key. As this gave me some uneasiness, I mentioned it to the captain and his wife, but they laughed at my suspicions. After an early meal we began to discharge our heaviest cargo with the fishermen's aid, yet we made little pro- gress towards completion by the afternoon. At sunset, accounts were compared, and finding a considerable difference in favor of the wreckers, I was dispatched ashore to ascertain the error. At the landing I was greeted by several new faces. I particu- larly observed a Frenchman whom I had not noticed before. He addressed me with a courteous offer of refreshments. His man- HVENTY YEARS OP AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 27 ners and language were evidently those of an educated person, while his figure and physiognomy indicated aristocratic habits or birth, yet his features and complexion bore the strong imprint of that premature old age which always marks a dissipated ca- reer. After a delightful chat in my mother-tongue with the pleasant stranger, he invited me to spend the night on shore. I declined politely, and, having rectified the cargo's error, was preparing to re-embark, when the Frenchman once more approached and insist- ed on my remaining. I again declined, asserting that duty for- bade my absence. He then remarked that orders had been left by my countryman the patron to detain me ; but if I was so ob- stinate as to go, I might probably regret it. With a laugh, I stepped into my boat, and on reaching the galliot, learned that our skipper had imprudently avowed the rich nature of our cargo. Before leaving the vessel that night, the patron took me aside, and inquired whether I received the invitation to pass the night on the key, and why I had not accepted it ? To my great astonishment, he addressed me in pure Italian ; and when I ex- pressed gratitude for his offer, he beset me with questions about my country, my parents, my age, my objects in life, and my prospects. Once or twice he threw in the ejaculation of, " poor boy ! poor boy ! " As he stepped over the taffrail to enter his boat, I offered my hand, which he first attempted to take, — then suddenly stopping, rejected the grasp, and, with an abrupt — " No ! addio ! " he spun away in his boat from the galliot's side. I could not help putting these things together in my mind during the glowing twilight. I felt as if walking in a cold shadow ; an unconquerable sense of impending danger oppressed me. I tried to relieve myself by discussing the signs with the captain, but the phlegmatic Hollander only scoffed at my sus- picions, and bade me sleep off my nervousness. When I set the first night watch, I took good care to place every case containing valuables below, and to order the look-out to call all hands at the first appearance or sound of a boat. Had we been provided with arms, I would have equipped the crew 28 captain canot; or, with weapons of defence, but, unluckily, there was not on board even a rusty firelock or sabre. How wondrously calm was all nature that night ! Not a breath of air, or a ripple on the water ! The sky was brilliant with stars, as if the firmament were strewn with silver dust. The full moon, with its glowing disc, hung some fifteen or twenty degrees above the horizon. The intense stillness weighed upon my tired limbs and eyes, while I leaned with my elbows on the taffrail, watching the roll of the vessel as she swung lazily from side to side on the long and weary swell. Every body but the watch had retired, and I, too, went to my state-room in hope of burying my sorrows in sleep. But the calm night near the land had so completely filled my berth with annoying insects, that I was obliged to decamp and take refuge in the stay-sail netting, where, wrapped in the cool canvas, I was at rest in quicker time than I have taken to tell it. Notwithstanding my nervous apprehension, a sleep more like the torpor of lethargy than natural slumber, fell on me at once. I neither stirred nor heard any thing till near two o'clock, when a piercing shriek from the deck aroused me. The moon had set, but there was light enough to show the decks abaft filled with men, though I could distinguish neither their persons nor move- ments. Cries of appeal, and moans as of wounded or dying, constantly reached me. I roused myself as well and quickly as I could from the oppression of my deathlike sleep, and tried to shake off the nightmare. The effort assured me that it was reality and not a dream ! In an instant, that presence of mind which has seldom deserted me, suggested escape. I seized the gasket, and dropping by aid of it as softly as I could in the * water, struck out for shore. It was time. My plunge into the sea, notwithstanding its caution, had made some noise, and a rough voice called in Spanish to return or I would be shot. When I began to go to sea, I took pains to become a good swimmer, and my acquired skill served well on this occasion. As soon as the voice ceased from the deck, I lay still on the water until I saw a flash from the bow of the galliot, to which I TWENTY YEARS OF. AN AFRICAN SLAVBR. 29 immediately made a complaisant bow by diving deeply. This operation I repeated several times, till I was lost in the distant darkness ; nor can I pride myself much on my address in escap- ing the musket balls, as I have since had my own aim similarly eluded by many a harmless duck. After swimming about ten minutes, I threw myself on my back to rest and " take a fresh departure." It was so dark that I could not see the key, yet, as I still discerned the galliot's masts relieved against the sky, I was enabled by that beacon to steer my way landward. Naked, with the exception of trowsers, I had but little difficulty in swimming, so that in less than half an hour, I touched the key, and immediately sought concealment in a thick growth of mangroves. I had not been five minutes in this dismal jungle, when such a swarm of mosquitoes beset me, that I was forced to hurry to the beach and plunge into the water. In this way was I tormented the whole night. At dawn, I retreated once more to the bushes ; and climbing the highest tree I found, — whose altitude, however, was not more than twelve feet above the sand, — I beheld, across the calm sea, the dismantled hull of my late home, surrounded by a crowd of boats, which were rapidly filling with plundered merchandise. It was evident that we had fallen a prey to pirates ; yet I could not imagine why / had been singled from this scene of butchery, to receive the marks of anxious sympathy that were manifested by the patron and his French companion on the key. All the morning I continued in my comfortless position, watching their movements, — occasionally refreshing my parched lips by chewing the bitter berries of the thicket. Daylight, with its heat, was as intolerable as night, with its venom. The tropical sun and the glaring reflection from a wavcless sea, poured through the calm atmosphere upon my naked flesh, like boiling oil. My thirst was intense. As the afternoon wore away, I observed sev- eral boats tow the lightened hull of our galliot southeast of the key till it disappeared behind a point of the island. Up to that moment, my manhood had not forsaken me ; but, as the last tim- ber of my vessel was lost to sight, nature resumed its dominion. Every hope of seeing my old companions was gone ; I was utterly 30 CAPTAIN CANOT ; OR, alone. If this narrative were designed to be a sentimental con- fession, the reader might see unveiled the ghastly spectacle of a " troubled conscience," nor am I ashamed to say that no conso- lation cheered my desolate heart, till I prayed to my Maker that the loss of so many lives might not be imputed to the wilful malice of a proud and stubborn nature. TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 31 CHAPTER IV. So passed the day. As the sun sank in the west, I began to re- flect about obtaining the rest for mind and body I so much needed. My system was almost exhausted by want of food and water, while the dreadful tragedy of the preceding night shat- tered my nerves far more than they ever suffered amid the try- ing scenes I have passed through since. It was my first adven- ture of peril and of blood ; and my soul shrank with the natural recoil that virtue experiences in its earliest encounter with fla- grant crime. In order to escape the incessant torment of insects, I had just determined to bury my naked body in the sand, and to cover my head with the only garment I possessed, when I heard a noise in the neighboring bushes, and perceived a large and sav- age dog rushing rapidly from side to side, with his nose to the ground, evidently in search of game or prey. I could not mistake the nature of his hunt. With the agility of a harlequin, I sprang to my friendly perch just in time to save myself from his fangs. The foiled and ferocious beast, yelling with rage, gave an alarm which was quickly responded to by other dogs, three of which — followed by two armed men — promptly made their appearance beneath my tree. The hunters were not surprised at finding me, as, in fl-uth, I was the game they sought. Ordering me down, I was commanded to march slowly before them, and especially warned to make no attempt at flight, as the bloodhounds would tear me to pieces on the spot. I told my guard that I should of course manifest no such folly as to attempt an escape from 32 CAPTAIN CANOT J OR, caballeros like themselves, — upon a desolate sand key half a mile wide, — especially when my alternative refuge could only he found among the fish of the sea. The self-possession and good humor with which I replied, seemed somewhat to mollify the cross- grained savages, and we soon approached a habitation, where I was ordered to sit down until the whole party assembled. After a while, I was invited to join them in their evening meal. The piquant stew upon which we fed effectually loosened their tongues, so that, in the course of conversation, I discovered my pursuers had been in quest of me since early morning, though it was hardly believed I had either escaped the shot, or swam fully a mile amid sharks during the darkness. Upon this, I ven- tured to put some ordinary questions, but was quickly informed that inquisitiveness was considered very unwholesome on the sand keys about Cuba ! At sunset, the whole piratical community of the little isle was assembled. It consisted of two parties, each headed by its respec- tive chief. Both gangs were apparently subject to the leadership of the rancho's proprietor ; and in this man I recognized the pa- tron who inquired so minutely about my biography and prospects. His companions addressed him either as " El seHor patron " or " Don Rafael." I was surveyed very closely by the picturesque group of bandits, who retired into the interior of the rancho, — a hut made of planks and sails rescued from wrecks. My guard or sentinel consisted of but a single vagabond, who amused himself by whetting a long knife on a hone, and then trying its sharpness on a single hair and then on his finger. Sometimes the scoundrel made a face at me, and drew the back of his wea- pon across his throat. The conversation within, which I felt satisfied involved my fate, was a long one. I could distinctly overhear the murmuring roar of talk, although I could not distinguish words. One sen- tence, however, did not escape me, and its signification proved particularly interesting : — " Los muertos" said the French dandy, — " no hablan" — Dead men tell no tales ! It is hard to imagine a situation more trying for a young, hearty, and hopeful man. I was half naked ; my skin was ex- TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 33 coriated by the sun, sand, and salt water ; four bloodhounds were at my feet ready to fasten on my throat at the biddiug of a desperado ; a piratical sentry, knife in hand, kept watch over me, while a jury of buccaneers discussed my fate within earshot. Dante's Inferno had hardly more torments. Thejilibustero conclave lasted quite an hour without reaching a conclusion. At length, after an unusual clamor, the patron ltafael rushed from the rancho with a horseman's pistol, and, calling my name, whirled me behind him in his strong and irre- sistible grasp. Then facing both bands, with a terrible impreca- tion, he swore vengeance if they persisted in requiring the death of ins kkpbxw ! At the mention of the word " nephew,'''' every one paused with a look of surprise, and drawing near the excited man with expressions of interest, agreed to respect his new-found relative, though they insisted I should swear never to disclose the occur- rence of which I had been an unwilling witness. I complied with the condition unhesitatingly, and shook hands with every one present except the sentry, of whom I shall have occasion to speak hereafter. It is astonishing what revulsions of manner, if not of feeling, take place suddenly among the class of men with whom my lot had now been cast. Ten minutes before, they were greedy for my blood, not on account of personal malice, but from utter recklessness of life whenever an individual interfered with their personal hopes or tenure of existence. Each one of these out- laws now vied with his companions in finding articles to cover my nakedness and make me comfortable. As soon as I was clothed, supper was announced and I was given almost a seat of honor at a table plentifully spread with fresh fish, sardines, olives, ham, cheese, and an abundance of capital claret. The chat naturally turned upon me, and some sly jokes were uttered at the expense of ltafael, concerning the kinsman who had suddenly sprung up like a mushroom out of this pool of blood. " Caballeros ! '" interposed Rafael, passionately, "you seem inclined to doubt my word. Perhaps you are no longer disposed 2* 34 CAPTAIN CANOT | OKj to regard me as your chief ? We have broken bread together during four months ; we have shared the same dangers and divided our spoils fairly : am I now to be charged to my face with a lie ? " " Ha ! " said he, rising from the table and striding through the apartment with violent gestures, " who dares doubt my word, and impute to me the meanness of a lie ? Are ye drunk ? Can this wine have made you mad ? " and seizing a bottle, he dashed it to the ground, stamping with rage. Has the blood of last night unsettled your nerves and made you deli- rious ? Basta I basta ! Let me not hear another word of doubt as to this youth. The first who utters a syllable of incredulity shall kill me on the spot or fall by my hand ! " This sounds, I confess, very melo-dramatically, yet, my experience has taught me that it is precisely a bold and dash- ing tone of bravado, adopted at the right moment, which is always most successful among such ruffians as surrounded my preserver. The speech was delivered with such genuine vehe- mence and resolution that no one could question his sincerity or suppose him acting. But, as soon as he was done, the leader of the other gang, who had been very unconcernedly smoking his cigar, and apparently punctuating Don Kafael's oration with his little puffs, advanced to my new uncle, and laying his hand on his arm, said : — " Amigo, you take a joke too seriously. No one here certainly desires to harm the boy or disbelieve you. Take my advice, — calm yourself, light a cigarillo, drink a tumbler of claret, and drop the subject." But this process of pacification was too rapid for my excited uncle. Men of his quality require to be let down gradually from their wrath, for I have frequently noticed that when their object is too easily gained, they interpose obstacles and start new sub- jects of controversy, so that the most amiable and yielding tem- per may at last become inflamed to passionate resistance. " No, cabcdleros ! " exclaimed Don Kafael, " I will neither light a cigarillo, drink claret, calm myself, nor accept satisfaction for this insult, short of the self-condemnation you will all expe- rience for a mean suspicion, when I prove the truth of my asser- TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 35 tions about this boy. A doubted man has no business at tho head of such fellows as you are. Begone out of my hearing, Theodore," continued he, pointing to the canvas door, " begone till I convince these people that I am your uncle ! " As soon as I was out of the chamber, I afterwards learned, that Rafael announced my name, place of birth, and parentage to the wreckers, and desired the other iiatron, Mesclet, who spoke Italian, to follow and interrogate me as to his accuracy. Mesclet performed the service in a kind manner, opening the interview by asking the names of my father and mother, and then demanding how many uncles I had on my mother's side ? My replies appeared satisfactory. " Was one of your uncles a navy officer ? " inquired Mesclet. " and where is he at present ? " The only uncle I had in tho navy, I declared, had long been absent from his family. But once in my life had I seen him, and that was while on his way to Marseilles, in 1815, to embark for the Spanish main; since then no intelligence of the wanderer had reached my ears. Had I been a French scholar at that time, my adventures of consan- guinity at Ferrol and on this key might well have brought Mo- liere's satire to my mind : " De moi je commence a douter tout de bon ; Pourtant, qunnd je me tAte et que je me rapelle, II me semble que je suis moil" Mesclet's report gave perfect satisfaction to the scoffers, and the mysterious drama at once established me in a position I could not have attained even by desperate services to the Jilibiis- teros. A bumper, all round, closed the night ; and each slunk off* to his cot or blanket beneath a mosquito bar, while the blood- hounds were chained at the door to do double duty as sentinels and body guard. I hope there are few who will deny me the justice to believe that when I stretched my limbs on the hard couch assigned me that night, I remembered my God in heaven, and my home in Tuscany. It was the first night that an ingenuous youth had spent among outcasts, whose hands were still reeking with the 36 CAPTAIN CANOT'J OR, blood of his companions. At that period of manhood we are grateful for the mere boon of life. It is pleasant to live, to breathe, to have one's being, on this glorious earth, even though that life may be cast among felons. There is still a future before us ; and Hope, the bright goddess of health and enthusiasm, in- spires our nerves with energy to conquer our present ills. I threw myself down thankfully, but I could not rest. Sore and tired as I was, I could not compose my mind to sleep. The conduct of Kafael surprised me. I could not imagine how he became familiar with my biography, nor could I identify his per- sonal appearance with my uncle who went so long before to South America. A thousand fancies jumbled themselves in my brain , and, in their midst, I fell into slumber. Yet my self-oblivion was broken and short. My pulse beat wildly, but my skin did not indicate the heat of fever. The tragedy of the galliot was reacted before me. Phantoms of the butchered wife and men, streaming with blood, stood beside my bed, while a chorus of devils, in the garb of sailors, shouted that / was the cause of the galliot's loss, and of their murder. Then the wretched woman would hang round my neck, and crawl on my breast, be- sprinkling me with gore that spouted from her eyeless sockets, imploring me to save her;— till, shrieking and panting, I awoke from the horrible nightmare. Such were the dreams that haunted my pillow nearly all the time I was forced to remain with these desperadoes. I thanked God that the night of the tropics was so brief. The first glimmer of light found me up, and as soon as I could find a companion to control the hounds, I ran to the sfea for re- freshment by a glorious surf-bath. I was on a miserable sand- bar, whose surface was hardly covered with soil ; yet, in that prolific land of rain and sunshine, nature seems only to require the slightest footing to assert her magnificent power of vegeta- tion. In spots, along the arid island, were the most beautiful groves of abundant undergrowth, matted with broad-leaved vines, while, within their shadow, the fresh herbage sprang up, sparkling with morning dew. In those climates, the blaze of noon is a TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 37 Beason of oppressive languor, but morning and evening, with their dawn and twilight, — their lengthened shadows and declining sun, are draughts of beauty that have often intoxicated less enthusias- tic tempers than mine. The bath, the breeze, the renewed nature, aroused and restored a degree of tone to my shattered nerves, so that when I reached the rancho, I was ready for any duty that might be imposed. The twin gangs had gone off in their boats soon after daylight, with saws and axes ; but Rafael left orders with my brutal sentry that I should assist him in preparing breakfast, which was to be ready by eleven o'clock. I never knew the real patronymic of this fellow, who was a Spaniard, and passed among us by the nickname of Gallego. Gallego possessed a good figure, — symmetrical and strong, while it was lithe and active. But his head and face were the most repulsive I ever encountered. The fellow was not absolutely ugly, so far as mere eontour of features was concerned ; but there was so dropsical a bloat in his cheeks, such a stagnant sallowness in his complexion, such a watching scowl in his eyes, such a drawling sullenness of speech, such sensuality in the turn of his resolute lips, that I trembled to know he was to be my daily companion. His dress and skin denoted slovenly habits, while a rude and growling voice gave token of the bitter heart that kept the enginery of the brute in motion. "With this wretch for chif de cuisine, I was exalted to the post of " cook's mate." I found that a fire had been already kindled beneath some dwarf trees, and that a kettle was set over it to boil. Gallego beckoned me to follow him into a thicket some distance from the rancho, where, beneath the protection of a large tarpaulin, we found the filibustered s pantry amply provided with butter, onions, spices, salt-fish, bacon, lard, rice, coffee, wines, and all the requi- sites of comfortable living. In the corners, strewn at random on the ground, I observed spy-glasses, compasses, sea-charts, books, and a quantity of choice cabin- furniture. We obtained a suffi- ciency of water for cookery and drinking from holes dug in tho sand, and we managed to cool the beverage by suspending it in ob captain canot; or, a draft of air in porous vessels, which are known throughout the West Indies by the mischievous name of " monkeys." Our copious thickets supplied us with fuel, nor were we without a small, rough garden, in which the gang cultivated peppers, toma- toes and mint. The premises being reviewed, I returned with my ill-favored guard to take a lesson in piratical cookery. It is astonishing how well these wandering vagabonds know how to toss up a savory mess, and how admirably they under- stand its enjoyment. A tickled palate is one of the great objects of their mere animal existence, and they are generally prepared with a mate who might pass muster in a second-rate restaurant. The dfjeuner we served of codfish stewed in claret, snowy and granulated rice, delicious tomatoes and fried ham, was irreproach- able. -Coffee had been drunk at day dawn ; so that my comrades contented themselves during the meal with liberal potations of claret, while they finished the morning with brandy and cigars. By two o'clock the breakfast was over, and most of the gorged scamps had retired for a siesta during the sweltering heat. A few of the toughest took muskets and went to the beach to shoot gulls or sharks. Grallego and myself were dispatched to our grove-kitchen to scullionize our utensils ; and, finally, being the youngest, I was intrusted with the honorable duty of feeding the blood-hounds. As soon as my duties were over, I was preparing to follow the siesta-example of my betters, when I met Don Rafael coming out of the door, and, without a word, was beckoned to follow to- wards the interior of the island. When we reached a solitary spot, two or three hundred yards from the rancho, Rafael drew me down beside him in the shade of a tree, and said gently with a smile, that he supposed I was at least surprised by the events of the last four days. I must confess that I saw little for any thing else but astonishment in them, and I took the liberty to concede that fact to the Don. ' c Well," continued he, " I have brought you here to explain a part of the mystery, and especially to let you understand why it was that I passed myself off last night as your uncle, in order to save your life. I was obliged to do it, boy; and, voto a JDios! TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 39 I would have fought the junta, — bloodhounds and all, — before they should have harmed a limb of your body ! " Don Rafael explained that as soon as he caught a glimpse of my face when he boarded the galliot on the morning of our dis- aster, he recognized the lineaments of an old companion in arms. The resemblance caused him to address me as partic- ularly as he had done on the night of the piracy, the conse- quence of which was that his suspicions ripened into certainty. If I were writing the story of Don Rafael's life, instead of my own, I might give an interesting and instructive narrative, which showed, — as he alleged, — how those potent controllers of outlaws, — " circumstances," — had changed him from a very re- spectable soldier of fortune into a genuine buccaneer. He as- serted that my uncle had been his schoolmate and professional companion in the old world. When the war of South American independence demanded the aid of certain Dugald Dalgettys to help its fortune, Don Rafael and ray uncle had lent the revolu- tionists of Mexico their swords, for which they were repaid in the coin that " patriots " commonly receive for such amiable self-sacrifice. Republics are proverbially ungrateful, and Mex- ico, alas ! was a republic. After many a buffet of fortune, my poor uncle, it seems, per- ished in a duel at which Don Rafael performed the professional part of " his friend." My relation died, of course, like a " man of honor," and soon after, Don Rafael, himself, fell a victim to the " circumstances " which, in the end, enabled hira to slaugh- ter my shipmates and save my life. I must admit that I use this flippant tone with a twinge of sorrow, for I think I perceived certain spasms of conscience dur- ing our interview, which proved that, among the lees of that withered heart, there were some rich drops of manhood ready to mantle his cheek with shame at our surroundings. Indeed, as he disclosed his story, he exhibited several outbursts of passion- : my which satisfied ine that if Don Rafael were in Paris. Don Rafael would have been a most respectable bourgeois ; while, doubtless, there were many estimable citizens at that mo- ment in Paris, who would have given up their shops in order to 40 captain canot; or, become Don Rafaels in Cuba ! Such is life — and " circum- stances ! " Our chat wasted a large portion of the afternoon. It was terminated by a counsel from my friend to be wary in my deport- ment, and a direction to console myself with the idea that he did not mean I should tarry long upon the island. " You see," said he, " that I do not lack force of eye, voice, and personal influence over these ruffians ; yet I do not know that I can always serve or save a friend, so your fate hangs very much on your circumspection. Men in our situation are Ishmael- ites. Our hands are not only against all, and all against us, but we do not know the minute when we may be all against each other. The power of habitual control may do much for a leader among such men ; but such an one must neither quail nor deceive. Therefore, beware ! Let none of your actions mar my projects. Let them never suspect the truth of our consanguinity. Call me "uncle; "and in my mouth you shall always be " Theodore." Ask no questions ; be civil, cheerful, and serviceable about the rancho ; never establish an intimacy, confidence, or friendship with any one of the band ; stifle your feelings and your tears if you ever find them rising to your lips or eyes ; talk as little as you possibly can ; avoid that smooth- tongued Frenchman ; keep away from our revels, and refrain entirely from wine. " I charge you to be specially watchful of Gallego, the cook. He is our man of dirty work, — a shameless coward, though re- vengeful as a cat. If it shall ever happeti that you come in col- lision with him, strike first and well ; no one cares for him ; even his death will make no stir. Take fh.is cuchillo, — it is sharp and reliable ; keep it near you day and night ; and, in self-defence, do not hesitate to make good use of it. In a few days, I may say more to you ; until then, — corragio figlio, 2 addio ! " We returned to the rancho by different paths. TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 41 CHAPTER V. The life of men under the ban of society, on a desolate sand key, whose only visitors are land- crabs and sea-gulls, is a dull and dreary affair. The genuine pirate, properly equipped for a desperate lot, who has his swift keel beneath him and is wafted wheresoever he lists on canvas wings, encounters, it is true, an existence of peril ; yet there is something exhilarating and romantic in his- dashing career of incessant peril : he is ever on the wing, and ever amid novelty ; there is something about his life that smacks of genuine warfare, and his existence becomes as much more respectable as the old-fashioned highwayman on his mettlesome steed was superior to the sneaking footpad, who leaped from behind a thicket and bade the unarmed pedestrian stand and deliver. But the wrecker-pirate takes his victim at a disadvantage, for he is not a genuine freebooter of the sea. He shuns an able foe and strikes the crippled. Like the shark and nrle, he delights to prey on the carcass, rather than to strike the living quarry. The companionship into which misfortune had thrown me was precisely of this character, and I gladly confess that I was never tempted for a moment to bind up my fate with the sorry gang. I confided, it is true, in Rafael's promise to liberate me; yet I never abandoned the hope of escape by my own tact and energy. Meanwhile, I became heartily tired of my scullion duties as the subordinate of Gallego. Finding one day a chest of carpen- 42 CAPTAIN CANOT j OR, ters' tools among the rubbish, I busied myself in making a rud- der for one of the boats, and so well did I succeed, that when my companions returned to breakfast from their daily " fishing,' : my mechanical skill was lauded to such a degree that Rafael converted the general enthusiasm to my advantage by separating me from the cook. I was raised to the head of our " naval bureau " as boatbuilder in chief. Indeed, it was admitted on all hands that I was abler with the adze than the ladle and spoiled fewer boards than broths. A few days passed, during which I learned that our unfor- tunate galliot was gradually emptied and destroyed. This was the usual morning occupation of the whole gang until the enterprise ended. When the job was over Don Rafael told me that he was about to depart hurriedly on business with the whole company, to the main-land of Cuba, so that, during his absence, the island and its property would be left in custody of Gallego, myself, and the bloodhounds. He specially charged the cook to keep sober, and to give a good account of himself at the end oifive days, which would terminate his absence. But no sooner was the patron away, than the lazy scamp neg- lected his duties, skulked all day among the bushes, and refused even to furnish my food or supply the dogs. Of course, I speed- ily attended to the welfare of myself and the animals ; but, at night, the surly Galician came home, prepared his own supper, drank till he was completely drunk, and retired without uttering a word. I was glad that he yielded to the temptation of liquor, as I hoped he would thereby become incapable of harming me during the watches of the night, if weariness compelled me to sleep. He was a malignant wretch, and his taciturnity and ill-will ap- peared so ominous now that I was left utterly alone, that I resolved, if possible, to keep awake, and not to trust to luck or liquor. The galliot's tragedy and anxiety stood me in stead, so that I did not close my eyes in sleep the whole of that dreary vigil. About midnight, Gallego stealthily approached my cot, and pausing a moment to assure himself that I was in the pro- found repose which I admirable feigned, he turned on tip-toe to TWENTY YEARS OP AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 43 the door of our cabin", and disappeared with a large bundle in his hand. He did not return until near day dawn ; and, next night, the same act was exactly repeated. The mysterious sullenness of this vagabond not only alarmed, but increased my nervousness, for I can assure the reader that, on a desolate island, without a companion but a single outcast, one would rather hear the sound of that wretch's voice than be doomed to the silence of such inhuman solitude. During the day he kept entirely aloof, — generally at sea fishing, — affording me time for a long siesta in a nook near the shore, penetrated by a thorny path, which Gallego could not have traced without hounds. On the fourth night, when the pirate left our hut for his accustomed excursion, I resolved to follow ; and taking a pistol with renewed priming, I pursued his steps at a safe dis- tance, till I saw him enter a thick shrubbery, in which he was lost. I marked the spot and returned to the cabin. Next morning, after coffee, Gallego departed in his canoe to fish. I watched him anxiously from the beach until he anchored about two miles from the reef, and then calling the dogs, retraced my way to the thicket. The hounds were of great service, for, having placed them on the track, they instantly traced the path of the surly scoundrel. After some trouble in passing the dense copse of underwood, I entered a large patch of naked sand, broken by heaps of stones, which appeared to cover graves. One heap bore the form of a cross, and was probably the sepulchre of a wrecker. I stopped awhile and reflected as to further explorations. On entering this arid graveyard, I observed a number of land-crabs scamper away ; but, after awhile, when I sat down in a corner and became per- fectly quiet, I noticed that the army returned to the field and introduced themselves into all the heaps of stones or graves save one. This struck me as singular ; for, when people arc so hope- lessly alone as I was, they become minute observers, and derive infinite happiness from the consideration of the merest trifles. Accordingly, I ventured close to the abandoned heap, and found at once that the neighboring sand had been freshly smoothed. I was on Gallego's track ! In dread of detection, I stealthily 44 captain canot; or, climbed a tree, and, screening myself behind the foliage, peered out towards the sea till I beheld the cook at work beyond the reef. My musket and pistols were again examined and found in order. With these precautions, I began to remove the stones, taking care to mark their relative positions so that I might re- place them exactly ; and, in about ten minutes work at excava- tion, I came upon two barrels, one of which was filled with bun- dles of silk, linens, and handkerchiefs, while the other contained a chronometer, several pieces of valuable lace, and a beautifully bound, gilt, and ornamented Bible. One bundle, tied in a Madras handkerchief, particularly attracted my attention, for I thought I recognized the covering. Within it I found a number of trin- kets belonging to the wife of my Dutch captain, and a large hair- pin, set with diamonds, which I remember she wore the last day of her life. Had this wretch torn it from her head, as he im- brued his hands in her blood on that terrible night 1 The pain- ful revelation brought all before me once more with appalling force. I shuddered and became sick. Yet, I had no time for maudlin dalliance with my feelings. Replacing every thing with precision, and smoothing the sand once more with my flannel shirt, I returned to the rancho, where I indulged in the boyish but honest outburst of nature which I could no longer restrain. I was not then — and, thank God, I am not now — a stranger to tears ! To the world, the human heart and the human eye, like the coral isle of the Atlantic, may be parched and withered ; yet, beneath the seared and arid surface, the living water still flows and gushes, when the rock and the heart alike are stricken ! Just before sunset of this day, the deep baying of our hounds gave notice of approaching strangers ; and, soon after, four boats appeared in the cove. The two foremost belonged to Don Rafael and his crew, while the others were filled with strangers whose appearance was that of landsmen rather than mariners. As Rafael received them on the beach, he introduced them to me as his especial pets, the " amphibious jews." Our delicious supper of that night was augmented by a fine store of beef, pork and fowls, brought from shore. I lingered at TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVKK. 45 table as long as the company maintained a decent sobriety, and learned that these saltwater Hebrews were, in truth, speculators from Cardenas, who accompanied Rafael in the guise of fisher- men, to purchase the plundered cargo of my galliot. During his visit to Cuba, Don Rafael was apprised that the Cuban authorities were about sending an Inspector among the islands off the coast, and accordingly took precaution to furnish himself in advance with a regular " fishing license." All hands were forthwith set to work to make our key and ranc/io conform to this calling, and, in a few days, the canvas roof of our hut was replaced by a thatch of leaves, while every dangerous article or implement was concealed in the thicket of a labyrinthine creek. In fact, our piscatory character could not be doubted. In our persons and occupation, we looked as innocent and rustic as a pic-nic party on a summer bivouac for fresh air and salt bathing. Nor was the transformation less real in regard to our daily tasks. We became, in reality, most industrious fishermen ; so that wo had more than a thousand of the finny tribe piled up and dried, when the hounds signalled the arrival of the expected officials. Breakfast was on the table when they landed, but it was the banyan meal of humble men, whose nets were never filled with aught but the scaly products of the sea. Our inspector was regaled with a scant fish-feast, and allowed to digest it over the genuine license. Rafael complained sadly of hard times and poverty ; — in fact, the drama of humility was played to perfec- tion, and, finally, the functionary signed our license, with a cer- tificate of our loyalty, and pocketed a moderate " gratification of five ounces I Six long, hot, and wretched weeks passed over my head before any striking occurrence relieved the monotony of my life. During the whole of this period, our fishing adventure was steadily pursued, when information was mysteriously brought to the key that a richly-laden French vessel had run ashore on the Cayo Verde, an islet some forty miles east of the Cruz del Padre. That afternoon, both of our large boats were filled with armed men, and, as they departed with every wrecker 46 captain canot; or, aboard, I alone was left on the islet to guard our property with the dogs. The thought and hope of escape both swelled in my breast as I saw the hulls dwindle to a dot and disappear behind the horizon. In a moment, my plan was conceived and perfected. The sea was perfectly smooth, and I was expert in the use of oars. That very night I launched our canoe, — the only vessel left in the cove, — and placing the sail, scullers, and grappling-hook within it, returned to the rancho for clothing. As it was dark, I lighted a candle, when, on looking into the clothes-chest beneath my bed, I found inscribed on the lid, in fresh chalk- marks, the words " Patience ! wait ! " This discovery made me pause in my preparations. "Was it the warning — as it was certainly the handwriting — of Rafael ? Had he purposely and honorably left me alone, in order to escape this scene of blood ? Did he anticipate my effort to fly, and en- deavor to save me from the double risk of crossing to the main- land, and of future provision for my comfort ? I could not doubt its being the work of my friend ; and, whether it was superstition or prudence, I cannot say, but I resolved, unhesitatingly, to abandon a scheme in regard to which I hesitated. Instead, therefore, of attempting to pass the strait between the key and Cuba, I went to bed, and slept more comfortably in my utter abandonment than I had done since I was on the island. Next day, at noon, I descried a small pilot-boat sailing inside the reef, with all the confidence of a perfect master of the chan- nel. Two persons speedily landed, with provisions from the mainland, and stated that, on his last visit to Cuba, Don Rafael engaged them to take me to Havana. This, however, was to bo done with much caution, inasmuch as his men would not assent to my departure until they had compromised my life with theirs by some act of desperate guilt. The pilots declined taking me then without my guardian's assent ; — and, in truth, so fully was I convinced of his intention to liberate me in the best and speed- iest way, that I made up my mind to abide where I was till he returned. For three days more I was doomed to solitude. On the TWENTY YEARS OP AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 47 fourth, the boats came back, with the pilot's cutter, and I quickly saw that a serious encounter had taken place. The pilot-boat appeared to be deeply laden. Next day, she was taken to the mazes of the winding and wooded creek, where, I learned, the booty was disembarked and hidden. While the party had gone to complete this portion of their enterprise, the Frenchman, who was wounded in the head and remainod behind, took that oppor- tunity to enlighten me on passing events. When the wreckers reached Cayo Verde, they found the French vessel already taken possession of by " fishermen " of that quarter. Anticipated in their dirty work, our comrades were in no mood to be sociable with the fortunate party. An affray was the natural result, in which knives had been freely used, while Mesclet himself had been rescued by Rafael, pistol in hand, after receiving the violent blow on his head from which he was now suffering. Having se- cured a retreat to their boats, they were just beginning to think of a rapid departure, when the friendly pilot-boat hovo in sight. So fortunate a reinforcement renerved our gang. A plan of united action was quickly concerted. The Frenoh vessel was again boarded and carried. Two of the opposite party were slain in the onslaught ; and, finally, a rich remnant of the cargo was seized, though the greater part of the valuables had, no doubt, been previously dispatched ashore by the earlier band of desperadoes. " Thank God ! " added the narrator, " we have now the boat and the assistance of Bachicha, who is as brave as Rafael : with his " Baltimore clipper" we shall conduct our affairs on a grander scale than heretofore. Sacre-blcu ! we may now cruise under the Columbian flag, and rob Peter to pay Paul ! " In fact, the " clipper " had brought down an ample store of ammunition, under the innocent name of " provisions," while she carried in her bowels a long six, which she was ready to mount amidships at a moment's notice. But poor Mesclet did not live to enjoy the fruits of the larger piracy, which he hoped to carry on in a more elegant way with Bachicha. The roue could not be restrained from the favorite beverages of his beautiful France. His wound soon mastered 48 CAPTAIN CANOT j OR, him ; and, in a month, all that was mortal of this gallant Gaul, who, in earlier years, had figured in the hest saloons of his coun- try, rested among sand-graves of a Cuban key. " Ah ! " growled Gallego, as they came home from his burial, " there is one less to share our earnings ; and, what is better, claret and brandy will be more plentiful now that this sponge is under the sand ! " In a few days, the boats were laden with fish for the main- land, in order to cover the real object of our patron's visit to Cuba, which was to dispose of the booty. At his departure, he repeated the cherished promise of liberty, and privately hinted that I had better continue fishing on good terms with Sefior Gal- lego. It required some time to repair the nets, for they had been rather neglected during our late fishing, so that it was not, in fact, until Rafael had been three days gone that I took the canoe with Gallego, and dropped anchor outside the reef, to take break- fast before beginning our labor. We had hardly begun a frugal meal when, suddenly, a large schooner shot from behind a bend of the island, and steered in our direction. As the surly Spaniard never spoke, I had become accustomed to be equally silent. Unexpectedly, how- ever, he gave a scowling glance from beneath his shaggy brows at the vessel, and exclaimed with unusual energy: "A Columbian privateer ! " " We had best up anchor, and get inside the reef," continued he, " or our sport will be spoiled for the day." " Pshaw ! " returned I, " she's not making for us, and, even if she were, I wouldn't be such a coward as to run ! " Indeed, I had heard so much of " Columbian privateers " and the patriot service, that I rather longed to be captured, that I might try my hand at lawful war and glory. The impulse was sudden and silly. Still Gallego insisted on retreating ; until, at length, we got into an angry controversy, which the cook, who was in the bow of the boat, attempted to end by cutting the anchor-rope. As TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 49 he was drawing his knife to execute this purpose, I swiftly liftod an oar, and, with a single blow, laid him senseless in the bottom of the canoe. By this time the schooner was within pistol-shot ; and, as she passed with a three-knot breeze, the captain, who had witnessed the scene, threw a grappling-iron into our skiff, and taking us in tow, dragged the boat from its moorings. As soon as we got into deeper water, I was ordered on deck, while Gallego, still quite insensible, was hoisted carefully on board. I told the truth as to our dispute, reserving, however, the important fact that I had been originally urged into the quar- rel by my anxiety « to ship " on board a privateer. " I want a -pilot for Key West," said the master, hurriedly, " and I have no time to trifle with your stupid quarrels. Can either of you perform this service ? " By this time Gallego had been somewhat roused from his stupor, and pointing feebly towards me, uttered a languid :— " Yes, and an excellent one." Mistaking the word "ptfcfe," which in Spanish signifies " navigator," the French captain, who spoke the Castilian very badly, translated it into the more limited meaning attached to that peculiar profession, one of whose ministers he was anxious to secure. " Bon ! " said the master, " put the other fellow back into his skiff, and make sail at once under charge of this youngster." I remonstrated, protested, declaimed, swore, that I knew no- thing of Key West and its approaches ; but all my efforts were vain. I was a pilot in spite of myself. The malicious cook enjoyed the joke of which I had so has- tily become the victim. As they lowered him again into the boat, he jeered at my incredulity, and in ten minutes was towed to the edge of the reef, where the scamp was turned adrift to make for the island. When the schooner was once more under full sail, I was or- dered to give the course for Key West. I at once informed the captain, whose name I understood to be Lamine, that he really labored under a mistake in translating the Spanish word piloie into port guide, and assured him that Gallego had been prompted 50 captain canot; or, by a double desire to get rid of him as well as me by fostering his pernicious error. I acknowledged that I was a " pilot,'''' or "navigator," though not a " practico," or harbor-pilot; yet I urged that I could not, without absolute foolhardiness, undertake to conduct his schooner into a port of which I was utterly igno- rant, and had never visited. Hereupon the first lieutenant or mate interposed. This fellow was a short, stout-built person of thirty-five, with reddish whiskers and hair, a long-projecting un- der-jaw, and eye-teeth that jutted out like tusks. To add to his ugliness, he was sadly pitted by small-pox, and waddled about on short duck legs, which were altogether out of proportion to his long body, immense arms, and broad, massive shoulders. I do not remember a more vulgarly repulsive person than this pri- vateering lieutenant. " He is a liar, Captain Lamine, and only wants to extort money for his services," interjected the brute. " Leave him to me, sir ; I'll find a way to refresh his memory of Key West that will open the bottom of the gulf to his eyes as clearly as the pathway to his piratical hut on the sand-key ! To the helm, sir — to the helm ! " What possible object or result could I gain by resistance amid the motley assemblage that surrounded me on the deck of the " Cara-bobo ? " She was a craft of about 200 tons ; and, with her crew of seventy-five, composed of the scourings of all nations, castes, and colors, bore a commission from the author- ities of Carthagena to burn, sink and destroy all Spanish prop- erty she was strong enough to capture. Lamine was born in the isle of France, while Lasquetti, the lieutenant, was a Creole of Pensacola. The latter spoke French and Spanish quite well, but very little English ; while both master and mate were almost entirely ignorant of navigation, having intrusted that task to the third lieutenant, who was then ill with yellow fever. The second lieutenant was absent on board a prize. Thus forced to take charge of a privateer without a moment's warning, I submitted with the best grace, and, calling for charts and instruments, I shaped my way for the destined port. All day we steered west-north-west, but at sunset, as we had run TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 51 along smartly, I ordered the schooner to be " laid to " for the night. The wind and weather were both charmingly fair, and objections were of course made to my command. But, as the most difficult part of our navigation was to be encountered during the night, if I kept on my course, I resolved to persist to the ii my resolution, and I was fortunate enough to carry my point. " D — n you," said Lasquetti, as the vessel was brought to the wind and made smug for the night, " d — n you, Master Teodore; this laying-to shall give you no rest, at least, if you thought to dodge work, and get into a hammock by means of it ! You shall march the deck all night to see that we don't drift on a reef, if I have to sit up, or stand up till day-dawn to watch you ! " Obedience, alas ! had been the order of the day with me for a long while ; so I promenaded the lee quarter till nearly mid- night, when, utterly exhausted by fatigue, I Sat down on a long brass chaser, and almost instantly fell asleep. I know not how long I rested, but a tremendous shock knocked me from the cannon and laid me flat on the deck, bleed- ing from mouth, nose and ears. Lasquetti stood beside me, cigar in hand, laughing immoderately, blaspheming like a demon, and kicking me in the ribs with his rough wet-weather boots. He had detected me asleep, and touched off the gun with his havanna ! The explosion aroused all hands, and brought the commander on deck. My blood flowed, but it did not pour fast enough to relieve my agonizing rage. As soon as I recovered conscious- ness, I seized the first heavy implement I could grasp, and rushed at my aggressor, whose skull was saved from the blow by de- scending beneath the combings of the hatchway, which, the in- stant after, were shivered by the descent of my heavy weapon. Lainino was a man of some sensibility, and, though selfish, as usual with his set, could not avoid at once reprimanding Lasquetti with uncommon severity in presence of his men. That afternoon, I was fortunate enough, by the aid of a good ohart, and a sort of navigating instinct, to anchor the " Cara- bobo " in the narrow harbor of Key West. When Lamine went UNIVERSITY OF ILLINOIS LIBRARY AT URBANA CHAMPAIGN 52 CAPTAIN canot; or, ashore, he ordered me not to leave the schooner, while sentries were placed to prevent hoats from boarding or even approaching us. Hardly was the master out of the vessel before two men seized me as I looked at the shore through a telescope. In the twinkling of an eye, I was hurried below and double-ironed ; nor would I have received a morsel of food save bread and water during our detention, had I not been secretly fed by some good fellows from the forecastle, who stole to me after dark with the remnant of their rations. This was the covmrdly revenge of Lasquetti. On the third day, Lamine returned, bringing an American pilot for the coast and islands. I was set at liberty as he was seen approaching ; and when we got under way on another cruise, I was commanded to do duty as sailing-master, which I promptly refused with spirited indignation, until I received sat- isfaction from the "dastard lieutenant. But this fellow had taken care to forestall me, by assuring Lamine that he never dreamed of securing me until I was caught in the very act of escaping from the schooner ! During a week's cruise of indifferent success with these " patriots," I won the kind heart of the American pilot, who heard the story of my late adventures with patience ; and, through his influence with the commander, my lot was mitigated, notwith- standing my refusal to do duty. By this time, the third lieuten- ant was restored to sufficient health to resume the deck. He was a native of Spain and a gallant sailor. Many an hour did he pass beside me, recounting his adventures or listening to mine, until I seemed to win his sympathy, and insure his assist- ance for relief from this miserable tyranny. At length, the schooner's course was shaped for the Cruz del Padre, while I was summoned to the cabin. I perceived at once a singular change for the better in Monsieur Lamine's manner. He requested me to be seated ; pressed me to accept a tumbler of claret ; inquired about my health, and ended this harmonious overture by saying, that if I would sign a document exonerating him from all charges of compulsory detention or ill-treatment, he TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 53 would pay me two hundred dollars for my service, and land me again on the key. I promptly saw that his object in replacing me on the island was to prevent my complaints against his conduct from reaching the ears of a tribunal in a neutral port ; and, accordingly, I declined the proposition, — demanding, however, to be put on board of any vessel we met, no matter what might be her nation- ality. I sternly refused his money, and insisted that my only desire was to be free from his brutal officer. But Lamine was in power and I was not. In the end. I discovered that worse consequences might befall me among these ruffians, if I hesitated to take the recompense and sign the paper. In fact, I began to be quite satisfied that, in reality, it was an escape to be freed from the privateer, even if I took refuge once more among pirates ! So, after a good deal of claret and controversy had been wasn-d, I signed the document and pocketed the cash. As the first bars of saffron streaked the east next morning, the reef of the Cruz del Padre hove in sight dead ahead. The third lieutenant presented me at my departure with a set of charts, a spy-glass, a quadrant, and a large bag of clothes ; while, in the breast of a rich silk waistcoat, he concealed three ounces and a silver watch, which he desired me to wear in honor of him, if ever I was fortunate enough to tread the streets of Havana. Several of the white sailors also offered me useful garments ; and a black fellow, who had charge of the boat in which I was sent ashore, forced on me two sovereigns, which he considered a small gratuity to " a countryman " in distress. He hailed from Mar- blehead, and protested that he knew me in Salem when I was a lad. As the boat approached the ranchd's cove, I perceived every body under arms, and heard Don Rafael command my boatmen, in a loud, imperious voice, to begone, or he would fire. Standing on the thwarts of the boat, I ordered the oarsmen to back water, and leaping into the sea, waist-deep, struggled alone to the beach, calling " mi tio ! mi tio ! " — "my uncle ! Don Rafael ! " — who, recognizing my voice and gestures, promptly rushed forward to 54 captain canot; or, embrace me. Our boat was then allowed to approach the land- ing and disburthen itself of the gifts. I thought it best to request my sable ally from Marblehead to narrate, in as good Spanish or lingua-franca as he could press into his service, the whole story of my capture and the conduct of Gallego. This being done, the boat and its crew were dispatched aboard with a multitude of Spanish courtesies and the substantial gift of some Chateau Margaux. After an early supper, I became the lion of the evening, and was requested to give a narrative of my cruise in the " patriot service." I noticed that some of the gang looked on me askance with an incredulous air, while others amused themselves by smoking and spitting in a very contemptuous way whenever I reached what I conceived to be a thrilling portion of my story. At its conclusion, I arose and deposited in the hands of Don Rafael my gifts of two hundred dollars and the two sovereigns. This evidence of reciprocity seemed to restore the good temper of my impatient hearers, so that, by the time the patron went round the circle, giving each man his share of my earnings, — not even omitting Gallego, — my credit was almost restored among the gang. " As for these two pieces of gold, these charts, instruments and clothes," said Don Rafael, " they are the property of the youth, and I am sure none of you are mean enough to divide them. The money was another thing. That was his earning, as the ' fishing revenue ' is ours ; and as he is entitled to a share of what we gain, we are entitled to participate in whatever he wins. Yet, amigos, this is not all. My nephew, caballeros, has been accused, by one of this party, during his absence, of being not only a contemptible thief, but a traitor and coward. Now, as these are three ' blasphemous vituperations ' which are not to be found under any head in my prayer-book, and never were chargeable on the blood of our family, I insist on immediate jus- tice to my kinsman. Let that cowardly scoundrel repeat and prove his accusation of Teodore, face to face ! You, senores % shall stand judges. Every thing shall be fair. To-night, my boy shall be found guilty or purged of the baseness imputed to TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 55 him ; and, moreover, I apprise you now, that if he is innocent, I shall to-morrow restore him to liberty. His voluntary return was a voucher of honesty ; and I doubt whether there is a clever man among you who does not agree with me. Stand forth, Gal# lego, and charge this youth again with the infamy you heaped on him while he was away." But the sullen wretch bowed his head, with a hang-dog look, and rolled his black and bushy skull slowly from side to side, with an air of bullying defiance. Still he remained perfectly silent. " Stand forth, Gallego, once more, I say ! " shouted Don Rafael, stamping with fury and foaming at the mouth ; " stand forth, imp of the devil, and make good your charge, or I'll trice you up to these rafters by your thumbs, and lash you with a cow- hide till your stretched skin peels off in ribbons ! " The threat restored Gallego's voice ; but he could only say that there was no use in repeating the charges, because the case was prejudged, and all feared Don Rafael and his parasite to such a degree that it was impossible to treat him with justice. " Yet, look ye, seitores, if I can't talk, I can fight. If Don Rafael is ready to meet me, knife in hand, in support of my cause, why, all I have to say is, that I am ready for him and his bastard to boot ! " In a moment, Rafael's knife was out of his belt, and the two sprang forward in a death-struggle, which would doubtless have been a short affair, had not the whole party interposed between the combatants and forbidden the fight. In the hurly-burly, Gallego took to his heels and departed. The scoundrel's escape caused some alarm in the camp, as it was feared he might leave the island, and, turning king's evi- dence, make the waters of Cuba too hot for the band. Accord- ingly, all the canoes and boats that night were drawn up on the beach and kept under double watch. When order was restored in the rancho, I asked Don Rafael to explain the " three accusations " that had been made against my fair fame ; when I learned that I was charged by Gallego with having felled him in the boat, with having shipped volun- 56 CAPTAIN CANOT ; OR, tarily in the privateer, and with returning in the Cara-bobo's boats to rob the ranclw of its valuables ! The first of the allegations I admitted to be true; the second had been disproved by the privateer's boatmen ; and, as to the third, I at once insisted upon the party's taking torches and accompanying me to the graveyard, where, I told them, they would find — as, in truth, they did — the valuables this villain had charged me with stealing. On our way thither, I recounted the manner in which I detected his infamy. Next morning we divided into two parties, and taking the dogs, proceeded in chase of the dastard Galician. He was quickly tracked by the hounds and caught asleep, with two empty flasks beside him. A drum-head court-martial at once convened for his trial, and it was unanimously resolved to chain him to a tree, where he was to be left exposed to the elements until he starved to death. The passive and silent fit had again come over Gallego. I im- plored that the sentence might be softened, but I was laughed at for my childish pity, and ordered home to the rancho. The com- mand to chain him having been executed, the Spanish outcast was left to his terrible fate. One of the men, out of compassion, as he said, secretly conveyed a case of gin to the doomed man, and left it within reach, either to solace his departure from the world, or to render him insensible. But his end was speedy. Next morning the guard found him dead, with six empty bottles out of the case. His body was denied the rites of sepulture. It was left lying in chains as he perished, to rot in the sun and be devoured by the insects generated from his decay. TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 57 CHAPTER VI. When these dreadful scenes were over, Don Rafael took me aside with the pleasant news that the time for my liberation was indeed arrived. He handed me one hundred and twenty-five dollars, which were my share of the proceeds of our lawful fishing. " Take the money," said Rafael, with a good deal of feeling; "take it, young man, with perfect confidence; — there is no blood on it /" My preparations for departure were quickly made, as Bachi- cha was in the cove with his craft ready to take me to the main- land. I bade a hasty adieu to the gang ; and perhaps it is rare that any one ever abandoned the companions of several months' intimacy with so little pain. Rafael's solicitude for my character touched me. He had done all in his power to preserve my self- respect, and I was, therefore, well disposed to regard the good counsel he gave me at parting, and to believe in his sincerity when he pictured a bright future, and contrasted it with his own desolation and remorse. " I have recommended you, hijo mio, to a friend in Regla, on the opposite side of the harbor at Havana, who will take care of you. He is a paisano of ours. Take these additional ten ounces, which are the fruit of honest labor. They will help you to appear properly in Havana ; so that, with the care of Bachicha and our Regla countryman, I don't despair of your welfare. Adios ! para siempre ! " 3* 58 CAPTAIN canot; or, And so we parted ; — and it was, indeed, an adieu for ever. We never met again, but I heard of Don Rafael and his fortunes. The new enterprise with the pilot-boat turned out successfully, and the band acquired considerable property on the island before the piratical nests along the coast of Cuba were broken up by cruisers. Rafael had some narrow escapes from the noose and the yard-arm ; but he eluded the grasp of his pursuers, and died a respectable ranchero on a comfortable farm in the interior of the Queen of the Antilles. The light winds of summer soon brought us inside the Moro Castle, past the frowning batteries of the Cabanas, and at anchor near Regla, within the beautiful harbor of Havana. I shall never forget the impression made on my mind by this deli- cious scene as it first broke on my sight at sunrise, in all the cool freshness of morning. The grand amphitheatre of hills swept down to the calm and lake-like water with gentle slopes, lapped in the velvet robes of richest green, and embroidered, as it were, with lace-like spots of castle, fort, dwelling, and villa, until the seaward points were terminated on the left, by the brilliant city, and on the right by a pile of majestic batteries. This grand and lasting impression was made almost at a glance, for, at my time of life, I was more concerned with man than nature, and rarely paused to dwell on the most fascinating scenery. Accordingly, I hastened to Regla with my letter of introduction, which was interpreted by Bachicha to the Italian grocer, the friend of Rafael, to whom I was confided. II signore Carlo Cibo was an illiterate man of kind heart, who had adven- turously emigrated from Italy to furnish the Havanese with good things ; while, in return, the Havanese had been so pleased with his provender, that Carlo may be said to have been a man " very well to do in the world " for a foreigner. He received me with unbounded kindness ; — welcomed me to his bachelor home ; — apologized for its cold cheerlessness, and ordered me to consider himself and his " casa " entirely at my disposal as long as I chose to remain. I was content to accept this unstinted hospitality for a few TWENTY YEARS OP AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 59 days, while I ran over the town, the hills, and the paseos ; but I could not consent to dally long eating the bread of idleness and charity. I observed that my friend Carlo was either the most prudent or least inquisitive man I knew, for he never asked me a <|iustion about my early or recent history. As he would not had the conversation to my affairs, I one day took the liberty to inquire whether there was a vessel in port bound to the Pacific Ocean or Mexico, in which my protector could possibly find a .situation for me as an officer, or procure me permission to work my way even as a common sailor. The kind grocer instantly divined my true motive, and while he honored me for it, deprecated the idea of my departure. He said that my visit, instead of being a burden, was a pleasure he could not soon replace. As to the expenses of his house, he declared they were, in fact, not increased. What fed five, fed half a dozen ; and, as to my proposal to go to Mexico, or any other place in Spanish America on the Continent, with a view of " making my fortune," he warmly protested against it, in con- sequence of his own experience. '• They can never conquer their jealousy of foreigners" said Carlo ; " you may live with them for years, and imagine your- self as intimate as brothers ; but, at last, carramba, you will find something turn up, that marks you an alien and kindles nationality against you. Take my advice, Don Teodore, stay where you are ; study Spanish carefully ; get the hang of the people ; and, my life on it, before long, you'll have your hands full of trump cards and the game in your power." I did as he desired, and was presented to a corpulent old quiz of a padre, who pretended to instruct me in classical Castilian. Two lessons demonstrated his incapacity ; but as he was a jolly gossip of my grocer, and hail fellow with the whole village of Regla, I thought it good policy to continue his pupil in appearance, while I taught myself in private. Besides this, the padre was a bon vivattt and devoted lover of fish. Now, as I happened to be a good sportsman, with a canoe at my com- mand, I managed to supply his kitchen with an abundance of the finny tribe, which his cook was an adept in preparing. It 60 CAPTAIN CANOT J OR, may be supposed that our " fast days " were especial epochs of delicious reunion. A fine dinner smoked on the table ; a good bottle was added by the grocer ; and, while my entertainer dis- cussed the viands, I contrived to keep him in continual chat, which, in reality, was the best practical lesson a man in my circumstances could receive. It is strange how our lives and destinies are often decided by trifles. As I sailed about the harbor in idleness, my nautical eye and taste were struck by the trim rig of the sharp built " slavers," which, at that time, used to congregate at Havana. There was something bewitching to my mind in their race-horse beauty. A splendid vessel has always had the same influence on my mind, that I have heard a splendid woman has on the minds of other men. These dashing slavers, with their arrowy hulls and raking masts, got complete possession of my fancy. There was hardly a day that I did not come home with a discovery of added charms. Signor Carlo listened in silence and nodded his head, when I was done, with an approving smile and a " bueno ! " I continued my sailing peregrinations for a month around the harbor, when my kind entertainer invited me to accompany him aboard a vessel of which, he said, he owned two shares — she was bound to Africa I The splendid clipper was one of the very craft that had won my heart ; and my feverish soul was com- pletely upset by the gala-scene as we drifted down the bay, par- taking of a famous breakfast, and quaffing bumpers of Cham- pagne to the schooner's luck. When she passed the Moro Cas- tle we leaped into our boats, and gave the voyagers three hearty and tipsy cheers. My grocer was a " slaver ! " I had a thousand questions for the Italian in regard to the trade, now that I found he belonged to the fraternity. All my inquiries were gratified in his usually amiable manner ; and that night, in my dreams, I was on board of a coaster chased by John Bull. My mind was made up. Mexico, Peru, South American in- dependence, patriotism, and all that, were given to the breezes TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFMCAN SLAVER. 61 of the gulf. I slept off my headache and nightmare ; and next morning announced to Cibo my abandonment of .the Costa Firma, and my anxiety to get a situation in a vessel bound to Africa. In a few days I was told that my wishes would perhaps be gratified, as a fast vessel from the Canaries was about to be sold ; and if she went off a bargain, Signor Carlo had resolved to purchase her, with a friend, to send to Africa. Accordingly, the Canary " Globo " was acquired for $3000 ; and after a perfect refitting at the Casa-Blanca of Havana, loomed in the harbor as a respectable pilot-boat of forty tons. Her name, in consequence of reputed speed, was changed to " El Areostatico ; " a culverine was placed amidships; all the requi- sites for a slave cargo were put on board ; fifteen sailors, the re- fuse of the press-gang and jail-birds, were shipped ; powder, am- munition, and small arms, were abundantly supplied; and, last of all, four kegs, ballasted with specie, were conveyed into the cabin to purchase our return cargo. It was on the 2d of September, 1826, after a charming de- jeuner, that I bade farewell to my friend Carlo on the deck of the Areostatico, cleared for the Cape de Verd isles, but, in truth, bound for the Rio Pongo. Our crew consisted of twenty- one scamps — Spaniards, Portuguese, Frenchmen, and mongrels. The Majorcan captain was an odd character to intrust with such an enterprise, and probably nowhere else, save in Havana at that period, would he have been allowed to command a slaver. He was a scientific navigator, but no sailor; — afraid of his shadow, he had not a particle of confidence in his own judgment ; every body was listened to, and he readily yielded his opinions without argument or controversy. Our chief officer, a Catalonian cousin of the captain, made no pretensions to seamanship, yet he was a good mathematician. I still remember the laughs I had at the care he took of his lily-white hands, and the jokes we cracked upon his girl-like manners, voice, and conversation. The boatswain, who was in his watch, assured me that he rarely gave an order without humming it out to a tune of some favorite opera. "^ CAPTAIN CANOTJ OR, In this fantastic group, I occupied the position of supernu- merary officer and interpreter ; but accustomed, as I had been, to wholesome American seamanship and discipline, I trembled not a little when I discovered the ftmazing ignorance of the mas- ter, and observed the utter worthlessness of our crew. These things made me doubly vigilant ; and sometimes I grieved that I was not still in Kegla, or on the paseo. On the tenth day out, a northwester began to pipe and ripen to a gale as the sea rose with it. Sail Irad been soon diminished on the schooner ; but when I was relieved in my watch by the first officer, I hinted to the captain that it would be best to lay the vessel to as soon as possible. We had been scudding before the tempest for some hours under a close-reefed foresail, and I feared if we did not bring our craft to the wind at once, we would either run her un- der, or be swamped in attempting the manoeuvre when the waves got higher. The captain, however, with his usual submission to the views of the wrong person, took the advice of the helmsman, who happened to be older than I, and the schooner was allowed to dash on either through or over the seas, at the speed of a racer. By this time the forward deck was always under water, and the men gathered abaft the trunk to keep as dry as possible. Officers and crew were huddled together pell-mell, and, with our usual loose discipline, every body joined in the conversation and counsel. Before sundown I again advised the laying to of the schooner ; but the task had now become so formidable that the men. who dreaded the job, assured the captain that the wind would fall as the moon arose. Yet, when the dim orb appeared above the thick, low-drifting scud, the gale increased. The light rather hinted than revealed the frightful scene around that egg-shell on the lashed and furious sea. Each wave swept over us, but our buoyant craft rose on the succeeding swell, and cleft its crest with her knife-like prow. It was now too late to at- tempt bringing her to the wind; still it became more urgent to do something to prevent us from being submerged by the huge seas, which came thundering after us like avalanches on our quarters. TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 63 The perilous dilemma of our doubtful captain and his dainty mate, may be easily imagined. Every body had an opinion, and of course they vied with each other in absurdity ; — at last some one proposed to cut away the^>resail, and bring her to the wind under bare poles. I was " conning " the schooner when this insane scheme was broached, and fearing that the captain might adopt it, I leaped on the hatch, after calling the boatswain to my place, and as- sured the crew that if they severed the sail, we would lose com- mand of the vessel, so that with impaired headway, the next wave that struck her would show her keel to the skies and her deck to the fishes. I exhorted them to drive her faster if pos- sible rather than stop. To turn out the " balance reef," I said, was our only salvation ; — and I alleged that I had seen a vessel saved before in precisely the same way. Cowards, with death clutching their throats, were soon convinced by a man of nerve. I availed myself of the instantaneous silence that followed my act, and before the captain could think or speak, I leaped to the boom with my sharp knife, cutting the reef-points slowly and carefully, so as not to allow the foresail to be inflated and torn by a single blast. My judgment was correct. Our increased canvas immediately sent us skimming over the waves ; the rollers no longer combed dangerously over our quarter; we scudded steadily throughout the remnant of the gale ; and, next night, at sundown, we rested on a quiet, lake-like ocean, taughtening the strained figging, and priding ourselves mightily on the hazards we encountered and overcame. The Minorcan skipper was satisfied that no man ever before performed so daring an exploit. He was- moreover, con- vinced, that no one but himself could have carried the schooner through so frightful a storm, or would have invented the noble expedient of driving instead of stripping her ! From this hour all semblance of regular discipline was aban- doned. Sailors, who are suffered to tread the quarter-deck familiarly and offer their opinions, never get over the permitted freedom. Our ragamuffins of the Aerosfatico could never abWe the idea that the youngest seaman aboard, — and he, too, a. foreigner, — should have 64 CAPTAIN CANOT J OR, proved the best sailor. The skilful performance of my duty was the source of a rankling grudge. As I would not mix with the scamps, they called me arrogant. ^ My orders were negligently obeyed ; and, in fact, every thing in the schooner became as comfortless as possible. Forty-one days, however, brought us to the end of our voyage at the mouth of the Rio Pongo. No one being acquainted with the river's entrance or navigation, the captain and four hands went ashore for a pilot, who came off in the afternoon, while our master ascended in a boat to the slave-factory at Bangalang. Four o'clock found us entering the Rio Pongo, with tide and wind in our favor, so that before the sun sank into the Atlantic Ocean we were safe at our anchorage below the settlement. While we were slowly drifting between the river banks, and watching the gorgeous vegetation of Africa, which, that evening, first burst upon my sight, I fell into a chat with the native pilot, who had been in the United States, and spoke English remarka- bly well. Berak very soon inquired whether there was any one , else on board who spoke the language besides myself, and when told that the cabin-boy alone knew it, he whispered a story which, in truth, I was not in the least surprised to hear. That afternoon one of our crew had attempted the captain's life, while on shore, by snapping a carabine behind his back ! Our pilot learned the fact from a native who followed the party from the landing, ^tlong the beach ; and its truth was confirmed, in his belief, by the significant boasts made by the tallest of the boatmen who accompanied him on board. He was satisfied that the entire gang contemplated our schooner's seizure. The pilot'^story corroborated some hints I received from our cook during the voyage. It struck me instantly, that if a crime like this were really designed, no opportunity for its ex- ecution could be more propitious than the present. I determined, therefore, to omit no precaution that might save the vessel and the lives of her honest officers. On examining the carabines brought back from shore, which I had hurriedly thrown into the arm-chest on deck/t found that the lock of this armory had been forced, and several pistols and cutlasses abstracted. TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 65 Preparations had undoubtedly been made to assassinate us. As night drew on, my judgment, as well as nervousness, con- vinced me that the darkness would not pass without a murderous attempt There was an unusual silence. On reaching port, there is commonly fun and merriment among crews ; but the usual song and invariable guitar were omitted from the evening's entertainment. I searched the deck carefully, yet but two ma- riners were found above the hatches apparently asleep. Inasmuch as I was only a subordinate officer, I could not command, nor had I any confidence in the nerve or judgment of the chief mate, if I trusted my information to him. Still I deemed it a duty to tell him the story, as well as my discovery about the missing arms. Accordingly, I called the first officer, boatswain, and cook, as quietly as possible, into the cabin ; leaving our English cabin- boy to watch in the companion way. Here I imparted our dan- ger, and asked their assistance in striking the first blow. My plan was to secure the crewj and give them battle. The mate, as I expected, shrank like a girl, declining any step till the captain retained. The cook and boatswain, however, silently approved my movement ; so that we counselled our cowardly comrade to remain below, whilo wc assumed the responsibility and risk of the enterprise. It may have been rather rash, but I resolved to begin the rescue, by shooting down, like a dog and without a word, the notorious Cuban convict who had attempted the captain's life. This, I thought, would strike panic into the mutineers ; and end the mutiny in the most bloodless way. Drawing a pair of large horse-pistols from beneath the captain's pillow, and ex- amining the load, I ordered the cook and boatswain to follow me to the deck. But the craven officer would not quit his hold on my person. He besought me not to commit murder. He clung to me with the panting fear and grasp of a woman. He begged me, with every term of endearment, to desist ; and, in the midst of my scuffle to throw him off, one of the pistols accidentally ex- ploded. A moment after, my vigilant watch-boy screamed from the starboard, a warning " look-out ! " and, peering forward in tho blinding darkness as I emerged from the lighted cabin, I beheld the / 66 CAPTAIN canot; or, stalwart form of the ringleader, brandishing a cutlass within a stride of me. I aimed and fired. "We both fell : the mutineer with two balls in his abdomen, and I from the recoil of an over- charged pistol. My face was cut, and my eye injured by the concussion ; but as neither combatant was deprived of consciousness, in a moment we were both on our feet. The Spanish felon, however, pressed his hand on his bowels, and rushed forward exclaiming he was slain ; but, in his descent to the forecastle, he was stabbed in the shoulder with a bayonet by the boatswain, whose vigorous blow drove the weapon with such tremendous force that it could hardly be withdrawn from the scoundrel's carcass. I said I was up in a minute ; and, feeling my face with my hand, I perceived a quantity of blood on my cheek, around which I hastily tied a handkerchief, below my eyes. I then rushed to the arm-chest. At that moment, the craek of a pistol, and a sharp, boyish cry, told me that my pet was wounded beside me. I laid him behind the hatchway, and returned to the charge. By this time I was blind with rage, and fought, it seems, like a madman. I confess that I have no personal recollection what- ever of the following even's, and only learned them from the subsequent report of the cook and boatswain. I stood, they said, over the arm chest like one spell-bound. My eyes were fixed on the forecastle ; and, as head after head loomed out of the darkness above the hatch, I discharged cara- bine after carabine at the mark. Every thing that moved fell by my aim. As I fired the weapons, I flung them away to grasp fresh ones ; and, when the battle was over, the cook aroused me from my mad stupor, still groping wildly for arms in the emptied chest. As the smoke cleared off, the fore part of our schooner seemed utterly deserted ; yet we found two men dead, one in mortal agony on the deck, while the ringleader and a colleague were gasping in the forecastle. Six pistols had been fired against us from forward ; but, strange to say, the only efficient ball was the one that struck my English boy's leg. TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 67 WheiL-? came to my senses, my first quest was for the gallant boatswain, who, being unarmed on the forecastle when the unex- pected discharge took place, and seeing no chance of escape from my murderous carabines, took refuge over the bows. Our cabin-boy was soon quieted. The mutineers needed but little care for their hopeless wounds, while the felon chief, like all such wretches, died in an agony of despicable fear, shrieking for pardon. My shriving of his sins was a speedy rite ! Such was my first night in Africa ! 68 CAPTAIN CANOT J OR, CHAPTER VII. There are casual readers who may consider the scene described in the last chapter unnatural. It may be said that a youth, whose life had been checquered by trials and disasters, but who preserved a pure sensibility throughout them, is sadly distorted when portrayed as expanding, at a leap, into a desperado. I have but little to say in reply to these objections, save that the occurrences are perfectly true as stated, and, moreover, that I am satisfied they were only the natural developments of my character. From my earliest years I have adored nobility of soul, and detested dishonor and treachery. I have passed through scenes which will be hereafter told, that the world may qualify by harsh names ; yet I have striven to conduct myself throughout them, not only with the ideas of fairness current among reckless men, but with the truth that, under all circumstances, characterizes an honorable nature. Now, the tragedy of my first night on the Rio Pongo was my transition from pupilage to responsible independence. I do not allege in a boastful spirit that I was a man of courage ; be- cause courage, or the want of it, are things for which a person is no more responsible than he is for the possession or lack of physical strength. I was, moreover, always a man of what I may style self-possessed passion. I was endowed with something more than cool energy ; or, rather, cool energy was heightened and sublimated by the fire of an ardent nature. Hitherto, I had been tempered down by the habitual obedience to which I TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 69 was subjected as a sailor under lawful discipline. But the events of the last six months, and especially the gross relaxation on the voyage to Africa, the risks we had run in navigating the vessel, and the outlaws that surrounded me, not only kept my mind for ever on the alert, but aroused my dormant nature to a full sense, of duty and self-protection. Is it unnatural, then, for a man whose heart and nerves have been laid bare for months, to quiver with agony and respond with headlong violence, when imperilled character, property and life, hang upon the fiat of his courageous promptitude ? The doubters may cavil over the philosophy, but I think I may remain content with the fact. / did my duty — dreadful as it was. Let me draw a veil over our gory decks when the gorgeous sun of Africa shot his first rays through the magnificent trees and herbage that hemmed the placid river. Five bodies were cast into the stream, and the traces of the tragedy obliterated as well as possible. The recreant mate, who plunged into the cabin at the report of the first pistol from the forecastle, reap- peared with haggard looks and trembling frame, to protest that he had no hand in what he called " the murder." The cook, boatswain, and African pilot, recounted the whole transaction to the master, who inserted it in the log-book, and caused me to sign the narrative with unimplicated witnesses. Then the wound of the cabin-boy was examined and found to be trifling, while mine, though not painful, was thought to imperil my sight. The flint lock of a rebounding pistol had inflicted three gashes, just be- neath the eye on my cheek. There was but little appetite for breakfast that day. After the story was told and recorded, we went sadly to work unmoor- ing the vessel, bringing her slowly like a hearse to an anchorage in front of Bangalang, the residence and factory of Mr. Or- mond, better known by the country-name of " Mongo John." This personage came on board early in the morning with our returned captain, and promised to send a native doctor to cure both my eye and the boy's leg, making me pledge him a visit as soon as the vessel's duties would permit. >0 CAPTAIN CANOT; OR, That evening the specie was landed, and the schooner left in my charge by the master, with orders to strip, repair, and pro- vide for the voyage home. Before night, Mongo John fulfilled his promise of a physician, who came on board with his prescrip- tion, — not in his pocket, but by his side ! He ordered my torn cheek to be bathed, every half hour, with human milk fresh from the breast ; and, in order to secure a prompt, pure, and plentiful supply, a stout negress and her infant were sent, with orders to remain as long as her lacteal services might be re- quired ! I cannot say whether nature or the remedy healed my wound, but in a short time the flesh cicatrized, and all symptoms of inflammation disappeared entirely. It required ten days to put the Areostatico in ship-shape and supply her with wood and water. Provisions had been brought from Havana, so that it was only necessary we should stow them in an accessible manner. As our schooner was extremely small, we possessed no slave-deck ; accordingly, mats were spread over the fire-wood which filled the interstices of the water casks, in order to make an even surface for our cargo's repose. When my tiresome task was done, I went ashore — almost for the first time — to report progress to the master; but he was still unprepared to embark his living freight. Large sums, far in advancg of the usual market, were offered by him for a cargo of boys ; still we were delayed full twenty days longer than our contract required before a supply reached Bangalang. As I had promised Mongo John, or John the Chief, to visit his factory, I took this opportunity to fulfil my pledge. He received me with elaborate politeness; showed me his town, barracoons, and stores, and even stretched a point, to honor me by an introduction to the penetralia of his harem. The visit paid, he insisted that I should dine with him ; and a couple of choice bottles were quickly disposed of. Ormond, like myself, had been a sailor. We spoke of the lands, scenes, and adventures, each had passed through, while a fresh bottle was called to fillip our memories. There is nothing so nourishing to friendship as wine ! Before sundown our electric memories had circled the globe, and our intimacy culminated. TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 71 While the rosy fluid operated as a sedative on the Mongo, and glued him to his chair in a comfortable nap, it had a con- trary effect on my exhilarated nerves. I strolled to the verandah to get a breath of fresh air from the river, but soon dashed off in the darkness to the sacred precincts of the harem ! I was not detected till I reached nearly the centre of the sanctuary where Ormond confined his motley group of black, mulatto, and quarteroon wives. The first dame who perceived me was a bright mulatto, with rosy cheeks, sloe-like eyes, coquettish turban, and most voluptuous mouth, whom I afterwards dis- covered to be second in the chief's affections. In an instant the court resounded with a chattering call to her companions, so that, before I could turn, the whole band of gabbling parrots hemmed me in with a deluge of talk. Fame had preceded me ! My sable nurse was a servant of the harem, and her visit to the schooner, with the tale of the tragedy, supplied anecdotes for a lifetime. Every body was on the qui vive to see the " white fighter." Every body was crazy to feel the " white skin " she had healed. Then, with a sudden, childish freak of caprice, they ran off from me as if afraid, and at once rushed back again like a flock of glib-tongued and playful monkeys. I could not comprehend a word they said ; but the bevy squealed with quite as much pleasure as if I did, and peered into my eyes for answers, with impish devilry at my wondering ignorance. At last, my sable friends seemed not only anxious to amuse themselves but to do something for my entertainment also. A ehatter in a corner settled what it should be. Two or three brought sticks, while two or three brought coals. A fire was quickly kindled in the centre of the court ; and as its flames lit up the' area, a whirling circle of half-stripped girls danced to the monotonous beat of a tom-tom. Presently, the formal ring was broken, and each female stepping out singly, danced according to her individual fancy. Some were wild, some were soft, some were tame, and some were fiery. After so many years I have no distinct recollection of the characteristic movements of these semi-savages, especially as the claret and champagne rather fermented in my brain, and possessed me with the idea that it 72 CAPTAIN CANOT ; OR, was my duty to mingle in the bounding throng. I resolved that the barbarians should have a taste of Italian quality ! Accordingly, I leaped from the hammock where I had swung idly during the scene, and, beginning with a balancez and an avant-deuX) terminated my terpsichorean exhibition by a regular " double shuffle " and sailor's hornpipe. The delirious laughter, cracked sides, rollicking fun, and outrageous merriment, with which my feats were received, are unimaginable by sober-sided people. Tired of my single exhibition, I seized the prettiest of the group by her slim, shining waist, and whirled her round and round the court in the quickest of waltzes, until, with a kiss, I laid her giddy and panting on the floor. Then, grasping an- other, — another, — another, — and another, — and treating each to the same dizzy swim, I was about waltzing the whole seraglio into quiescence, when who should rise before us but the staring and yawning Mongo ! The apparition sobered me. A quarteroon pet of Ormond, — just spinning into fashionable and luscious insensiblility, — fell from my arms into those of her master ; and while I apologized for the freak, I charged it altogether to the witchcraft of his wit and wine. " Ha ! " said the Mongo, " St. Vitus is in your Italian heels the moment you are within hail of music and dancing ; and, by Jove, it seems you can scent a petticoat as readily as a hound tracks runaways. But there's no harm in dancing, Don Teo- dore ; only hereafter I hope you will enjoy the amusement in a less uproarious manner. In Africa we are fond of a siesta after dinner ; and I recommend you to get, as soon as possible, under the lee of another bottle." We retired once more to his mahogany ; and, under the spell of my chieftain's claret and sea-yarns, I was soon lapped in deli- cious sleep. Next day the captain of the Areostatico drew me aside con- fidentially, and hinted that Ormond had taken such a decided fancy for mc, and insinuated so warm a wish for my continuance TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 73 as his clerk at Bangalang, that he thought it quite a duty, though a sad one, to give his advice on the subject. " It may be well for your purse, Don Teodore, to stay with so powerful a trader ; but beside the improvement of your for- tunes, there are doubts whether it will be wholesome for you to revisit Havana, at least at present. It may be &aid, amigo mio, that you commenced the warfare on board the schooner ; — and as five men were slain in the affray, it will be necessary for me to report the fact to the commandante as soon as I arrive. Now it is true, hijo mio, that you saved the vessel, cargo, specie, and my cousin ; yet, God knows what may be the result of Havana justice. You will have a rigid examination, and I rather think you will be imprisoned until the final decision is made. When that consummation shall occur is quite uncertain. If you have friends, they will be bled as long as possible before you get out ; if you have none, no one will take pains to see you released with- out recompense. When you see daylight once more, the rest of these ragamuffins and the felon friends of the dead men, will be- gin to dog your steps, and make Havana uncomfortable as well as dangerous ; so that I have no hesitation in recommending you to stay where you are, and take the doubloons of the Mongo." I thought I saw at a glance the drift of this hypocritical fan- faronade, and was satisfied he only desired to get rid of me in order to reinstate the chief mate in a situation which he surely could not occupy as long as I was on board. As I meant to stay in Africa, I told him at once that I grieved because he had not spoken his wishes openly, boldly, and honestly, like a man, but had masked an ungrateful cowardice by hypocritical solicitude for my welfare. I departed abruptly with a scowl of contempt ; and as he hastened to hide his blanched face in the cabin, I called a boat, and throwing my sea chest, bedding, and arms, aboard, committed my fate to the African continent. A half- hour turned and decided my fate ! Mr. Ormond received me very cordially, and, installing me in my new secretaryship, promised a private establishment, a seat at his table, and a negro per month, — or its value at the rate of forty dollars, — for my servicca 4 74 captain canot; or, When the runners returned from the interior with the slaves required to complete the Areostatico's cargo, I considered it my duty to the Italian grocer of Regla to dispatch his vessel person- ally. Accordingly, I returned on board to aid in stowing one hundred and eight boys and girls, the eldest of whom did not exceed fifteen years ! As I crawled between decks, I confess I could not imagine how this little army was to be packed or draw breath in a hold but twenty-two inches high ! Yet the experi- ment was promptly made, inasmuch as it was necessary to secure them below in descending the river, in order to prevent their leaping overboard and swimming ashore. I found it impossible to adjust the whole in a sitting posture ; but we made them lie down in each other's laps, like sardines in a can, and in this way obtained space for the entire cargo. Strange to tell, when the Areostatico reached Havana, but three of these " passengers " had paid the debt of nature. As I left the schooner a few miles outside the bar, I crossed her side without an adieu save for the English cabin boy, whose fate I was pained to intrust to these stupid Spaniards. Indeed, the youth almost belonged to me, for I may say he owed his life to my interference. Previous to the voyage, while waiting in the harbor of Ha- vana for a crew, our vessel was anchored near the wharves, next to an English merchantman. One afternoon I heard a scream from the neighboring craft, and perceived a boy rush from the cabin with his face dyed in blood. He was instantly pursued by a burly seaman, inflicting blows with his fist. I implored the brute to desist, but my interference seemed to augment his cho- ler to such a degree, that he seized a handspike to knock the stripling down. Upon this I called the child to leap overboard, at the same time commanding a hand to lower my boat and scull in the direction of his fall. The boy obeyed my voice ; and in a few minutes I had him on board blessing me for his safety. But the drunken Briton vented his rage in the most indecent lan- guage ; and had his boat been aboard, I doubt not a summary visit would have terminated in a fight on my deck. However, as good luck would have it, his skiff was at the TWENTY YEARS OP AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 75 landing, so that there was ample time, before he could reach the Areostatico, to tie up the bruised face and broken rib of the child, and to conceal him in the house of a Spanish crone in Havana, who cured the maladies of credulous seamen by witchcraft ! After nightfall the master of the British vessel came aboard to claim his boy ; but as he was petulant and seemed disposed to carry matters with a high hand, my temper rose in resistance, and I refused to release the child until he sealed with an oath his promise to treat him better in future. But the cruel scoun- drel insisted on unconditional surrender ; and to end the contro- versy, I was compelled to order him off the schooner. British pluck of course would not allow a captain to be de- prived so easily of his property, so the* British consul was in- voked to appeal to the captain of the port. This personage sum- moned me before him, and listened calmly to a story which added no honor to English mariners. In my last interview with the boy he implored my continued protection and concealment ; so that when the Spanish official declared — notwithstanding the officer's conduct — that the vessel was entitled to her crew, and that I must surrender the child, I excused myself from comply- ing by pleading utter ignorance of his whereabout. In view of this contingency, I directed the woman to hide him in a place of which I should be ignorant. So I told no lie, and saved the boy from his tyrant. The inquiry was dropped at this stage of proceedings. When the British vessel sailed a few days after, I caused the youth to be brought from his concealment ; and, with our captain's consent, brought him aboard to serve in our cabin. I have narrated this little episode in consequence of my love for the boy, and because he was the only English subject I ever knew to ship in a slaver. I requested the Areostatic's owners to pay him liberally for his fidelity when lie got back to Havana; and I was happy to learn next year, that they not only complied with my request, but sent him home to his friends in Liverpool. 76 captain canot: or, CHAPTEK VIII. When I got back to Bangalang, my first movement was to take possession of the quarters assigned me by the Mongo, and to make myself as comfortable as possible in a land whose chief re- quirements are shade and shelter. My house, built of cane plas- tered with mud, consisted of two earthen-floored rooms and a broad verandah. The thatched roof was rather leaky, while my furniture comprised two arm-chests covered with mats, a deal table, a bamboo settle, a tin-pan with palm-oil for a lamp, and a German looking-glass mounted in a paper frame. I augmented these comforts by the addition of a trunk, mattress, hammock and pair of blankets ; yet, after all this embellishment, I confess my household was rather a sorry affair. It is time I should make the reader acquainted with the in- dividual who was the presiding genius of the scene, and, in some degree, a type of his peculiar class in Africa. Mr. Ormond was the son of an opulent slave-trader from Liverpool, and owed his birth to the daughter of a native chief on the Rio Pongo. His father seems to have been rather proud of his mulatto stripling, and dispatched him to England to be educated. But Master John had made little progress in belles- lettres, when news of the trader's death was brought to the British agent, who refused the youth further supplies of money. The poor boy soon became an outcast in a land which had not TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 77 yet become fashionably addicted to philanthropy ; and, after drifting about awhile in England, he shipped on board a mer- chantman. The press-gang soon got possession of the likely mulatto for the service of his Britannic Majesty. Sometimes he played the part of dandy waiter in the cabin ; sometimes he swung a hammock with the hands in the forecastle. Thus, five years slipped by, during which the wanderer visited most of the West Indian and Mediterranean stations. At length the prolonged cruise was terminated, and Ormond paid off. He immediately determined to employ his hoarded cash in a voyage to Africa, where he might claim his father's property. The project was executed ; his mother was still found alive ; and, fortunately for the manly youth, she recognized him at once as her first born. The reader will recollect that these things occurred on the west coast of Africa in the early part of the present century, and that the tenure of property, and the interests of foreign traders, were controlled entirely by such customary laws as pre- vailed on the spot. Accordingly, a u grand palaver " was ap- pointed, and all Mr. Ormond's brothers, sisters, uncles, and cousins, — many of whom were in possession of his father's slaves or their descendants, — were summoned to attend. The " talk " took place at the appointed time. The African mother stood forth stanchly. to assert the identity and rights of her first-born, and, in the end, all of the Liverpool trader's property, in houses, lands, and flfcgroes, that could be ascertained, was handed over, according to coast-law, to the returned heir. When the mulatto youth was thus suddenly elevated* into comfort, if not opulence, in his own country, he resolved to aug- ment his wealth by pursuing his father's business. But the whole country was then desolated by a civil war, occasioned, as most of them are, by family disputes, which it was necessary to terminate before trade could be comfortably established. To this task Ormond steadfastly devoted his first year. His efforts were seconded by the opportune death of one of the war- ring chiefs. A tame opponent, — a brother of Ormond's mother, — was quickly brought to terms by a trifling present ; so that tho 78 captain canot; or, sailor boy soon concentrated the family influence, and declared himself " Mongo," or, Chief of the River. Bangalang had long been a noted factory among the English traders. When war was over, Ormond selected this post as his permanent residence, while he sent runners to Sierra Leone and Goree with notice that he would shortly be prepared with ample cargoes. Trade, which had been so long interrupted by hostili- ties, poured from the interior. Vessels from Goree and Sierra Leone were seen in the offing, responding to his invitation. His stores were packed with British, French, and American fabrics ; while hides, wax, palm-oil, ivory, gold, and slaves, were the na- tive products for which Spaniards and Portuguese hurried to proffer their doubloons and bills. It will be readily conjectured that a very few years sufficed to make Jack Ormond not only a wealthy merchant, but a popu- lar Mongo among the great interior tribes of Foulahs and Man- dingoes. The petty chiefs, whose territory bordered the sea, flattered him with the title of king ; and, knowing his Mormon taste, stocked his harem with their choicest children as the most valuable tokens of friendship and fidelity. When I was summoned to act as secretary or clerk of such a personage, I saw immediately that it would be well not only to understand my duties promptly, but to possess a clear estimate of the property I was to administer and account for. Ormond's easy habits satisfied me that he was not a man of business ori- ginally, or had become sadly negligent under the debasing in- fluence of wealth and voluptuousness. My earliest task, there- fore, was to make out a minute inventory of his possessions, while I kept a watchful eye on his stores, never allowing any one to enter them unattended. When I presented this document, which exhibited a large deficiency, the Mongo received it with indifference, begging me not to " annoy him with accounts." His manner indicated so much petulant fretfulness, that I au- gured from it the conscious decline or disorder of his affairs. As I was returning to the warehouse from this mortifying interview, I encountered an ancient hag, — a sort of superintend- ent Cerberus or manager of the Mongo's harem, — who, by signs, TWENTY YEARS OP AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 79 intimated that she wanted the key to the " cloth-chest," whence she immediately helped herself to several fathoms of calico The crone could not speak English, and, as I did not understand the Soosoo dialect, we attempted no oral argument about the propriety of her conduct; but, taking a pencil and paper, and making signs that she should go to the Mongo, who would write an order for the raiment, I led her quietly to the door. The wrath of the virago was instantly kindled, while her horrid face gleamed with that devilish ferocity, which, in some degree is lost by Africans who dwell on our continent. During the reign of my predecessors, it seems that she had been allowed to control the store keys, and to help herself unstintedly. I knew not, of course, what she said on this occasion ; but the violence of her gestures, the nervous spasms of her limbs, the flashing of her eyes, the scream of her voluble tongue, gave token that she swelled with a rage which was augmented by my imperturbable quietness. At dinner, I apprised Mr. Ormond of the negro's conduct ; but he received the announcement with the same laugh of indifference that greeted the account of his deficient in- ventory. That night I had just stitched myself on my hard pallet, and was revolving the difficulties of my position with some de- gree of pain at my forced continuance in Africa, when my ser- vant tapped softly at the door, and announced that some one demanded admittance, but begged that I would first of all ex- tinguish the light. I was in a country requiring caution ; so 1 felt my pistols before I undid the latch. It was a bright, star- light night ; and, as I opened the door sufficiently to obtain a glance beyond,— still maintaining my control of the aperture,— I perceived the figure of a female, wrapped in cotton cloth from head to foot, except the face, which I recollected as that of the beautiful quarteroon I was whirling in the waltz, when sur- prised by the Mongo. She put forth her hands from the folds of her garment, and laying one softly on my arm, while she touched her lips with the other, looked wistfully behind, and glided iuto my apartment. This poor girl, the child of a mulatto mother and a white OU CAPTAIN CANOT; OR, parent, was born in the settlement of Sierra Leone, and had acquired our language with much more fluency than is common among her race. It was said that her father had been originally a missionary from Great Britain, but abandoned his profession for the more lucrative traffic in slaves, to which he owed an abundant fortune. It is probable that the early ecclesiastical turn of her delinquent progenitor induced him, before he de- parted for America, to bestow on his child the biblical name of Esther. I led my trembling visitor to the arm-chest, and, seating her gently by my side, inquired why I was favored by so stealthy a visit from the harem. My suspicions were aroused ; for, though a novice in Africa, I knew enough of the discipline maintained in these slave factories, not to allow my fancy to seduce me with the idea that her visit was owing to mad-cap sentimentality. The manner of these quarteroon girls, whose complexion hardly separates them from our own race, is most winningly grace- ful ; and Esther, with abated breath, timidly asked my pardon for intruding, while she declared I had made so bitter an enemy of Unga-golah, — the head-woman of the seraglio, — that, in spite of danger, she stole to my quarters jpth a warning. Unga swore revenge. I had insulted and thwarted her ; I was able to thwart her at all times, if I remained the Mongo's " book-man ; " — I must soon " go to another country ; " but, if I did not, I would quickly find the food of Bangalang excessively unwholesome ! " Never eat any thing that a Mandingo offers you," said Esther. " Take your meals exlusively from the Mongo's table Unga- golah knows all the Mandingo ju-jus, and she will have no scruple in using them in order to secure once more the control of the store keys. Good night ! " With this she rose to depart, begging me to be silent about her visit, and to believe that a poor slave could feel true kindness for a white man, or even expose herself to save him. If an unruly passion had tugged at my heartstrings, the soft appeal, the liquid tones, the tenderness of this girl's humanity, would have extinguished it in an instant. It was the first time for many a long and desolate month that I had experienced the TWENTY YEARS OP AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 81 gentle touch of a woman's hand, or felt the interest of mortal solicitude fall like a refreshing dew upon my heart ! Who will censure me for halting on my door-sill as I led her forth, retain- ing her little hand in mine, while I cast my eyes over the lithe symmetry of those slender and rounded limbs ; while I feasted on the flushed magnolia of those beautiful cheeks, twined my fingers in the trailing braids of that raven hair, peered into the blackness of those large and swimming orbs, felt a tear trickle down my hardening face, and left, on those coral lips, the print of a kiss that was fuller of gratitude than passion ! Nowadays that Mormonism is grafting a " celestial wifery " upon the civilization of the nineteenth century, I do not think it amiss to recall the memory of those African establishments which formed so large a portion of a trader's homestead. It is not to be supposed that the luxurious /ucrem of Turkey or Egypt was transferred to the Guinea coast, or that its lofty walls were bar- ricaded by stout gates, guarded by troops of sable eunuchs. The " wifery " of my employer was a bare inclosure, formed by a quadrangular cluster of mud-houses, the entrance to whose court- yard was never watched save at night. Unga-golah, the eldest and least delectable of the dimes, maintained the establishment's police, assigned gifts or servants to each female, and distributed her master's favors according to the bribes she was cajoled by. In early life and during his gorged prosperity, Orniond, — a stout, burly, black-eyed, broad-shouldered, short-necked man, ruled his harem with the rigid decorum of the East. But as age and misfortunes stole over the sensual voluptuary, his mental and bodily vigor became impaired, not only by excessive drink, but by the narcotics to which he habitually resorted for excite ment When I became acquainted with him, his face and figure bore the marks of a worn-out debauche. His harem now was a t';i*liion of the country rather than a domestic resort. His wives ridiculed him, or amused themselves as they pleased. I learned from Esther that there was hardly one who did not " flirt " with a lover in Bangalang, and that Unga-golah was blinded by gifts, while the stupor of the Mongo was perpetuated by liquor. 854 CAPTAIN CANOT J OB, It may be supposed that in such a seraglio, and with such a master, there were but few matrimonial jealousies ; still, as it would be difficult to find, even in our most Christian society, two females without some lurking bitterness towards rivals, so it is not to be imagined that the Mongo's mansion was free from womanly quarrels. These disputes chiefly occurred when Or- mond distributed gifts of calico, beads, tobacco, pipes and look- ing-glasses. If the slightest preference or inequality was shown, adieu to order. Unga-golah descended below zero ! The favor- ite wife, outraged by her neglected authority, became furious ; and, for a season, pandemonium was let loose in Bangalang. One of these scenes of passion occurs to me as I write. I was in the store with the Mongo when an aggrieved dame, not remarkable either for delicacy of complexion or sweetness of odor, entered the room, and marching up with a swagger to her master, dashed a German looking-glass on the floor at his feet. She wanted a larger one, for the glass bestowed on her was half an inch smaller than the gifts to her companions. When Ormond was sober, his pride commonly restrained him from allowing the women to molest his leisure ; so he quietly turned from the virago and ordered her out of the store. But my lady was noC to be appeased by dignity like this. " Ha ! " shrieked the termagant, as she wrenched off her hand- kerchief. " Ha ! " yelled she, tearing off one sleeve, and then the other. " Ha ! " screamed the fiend, kicking a shoe into one corner, and the other shoe into another corner. " Ha ! Mongo ! " roared the beldame, as she stripped every garment from her body and stood absolutely naked before us, slapping her wool, cheeks, forehead, breasts, arms, stomach and limbs, and appeal- ing to Ormond to say where she was deficient in charms, that she should be slighted half an inch on a looking-glass ? As the Mongo was silent, she strode up to me for an opinion ; but, scarlet with blushes, I dived behind the cloth-chest, and left the laughing Ormond to gratify the whim of the " model artiste." Years afterwards, I remember seeing an infuriate Ethiopian fling her infant into the fire because its white father preferred the TWENTY TEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 83 child of another spouse. Indeed, I was glad my station at Bang- alang did not make it needful for the preservation of my respect- ability that I should indulge in the luxury of African matri- mony! But these exhibitions of jealous passion were not excited alone by the unequal distribution of presents from the liege lord of Bangalang. I have observed that Ormond's wives took advantage of his carelessness and age, to seek congenial compan- ionship outside the harem. Sometimes the preference of two of these sable belles alighted on the same lover, and then the battle was transferred from a worthless looking glass to the darling beau. When such a quarrel arose, a meeting between the rivals was arranged out of the Mongo's hearing ; when, throwing off their waist-cloths, the controversy was settled between the female gladiators without much damage. But, now and then, the matter was not left to the ladies. The sable lovers them- selves took up the conflict, and a regular challenge passed between the gay Othellos. At the appointed time, the duellists appeared upon u the field of honor " accompanied by friends who were to witness their victory or sympathize in their defeat. Each stalwart savage leaped into the arena, armed with a cow-hide cat, whose sharp and triple thongs were capable of inflicting the harshest blows. They stripped, and tossed three coteries into the air to determine which of the two should receive the first lashing. The unfortu- nate loser immediately took his stand, and received, with the firmness of a martyr, the allotted number of blows. Then came the turn of the whipper, who, with equal constancy, offered his back to the scourge of the enraged sufferer. Thus they alter- nated until one gave in, or until the bystanders decreed victory to him who bore the punishment longest without wincing. The flayed backs of these " chivalrous men of honor " were ever after displayed in token of bravery ; and, doubtless, their Dulcineas devoted to their healing the subtlest ointment and tenderest affection recognized among Africans. 84 CAPTAIN canot; or, CHAPTER IX. My business habits and systematic devotion to the Mongo's in- terests soon made me familiar with the broad features of " coun- try trade ; " but as I was still unable to speak the coast dialects, Mr. Ormond — who rarely entered the warehouse or conversed about commerce — supplied an adroit interpreter, who stood beside me and assisted in the retail of foreign merchandise, for rice, ivory, palm-oil, and domestic provisions. The purchase of slaves and gold was conducted exclusively by the Mongo, who did not consider me sufficiently initiated in native character and tricks to receive so delicate a trust. Long and dreary were the days and nights of the apparently interminable " wet season." Rain in a city, rain in the coun- try, rain in a village, rain at sea, are sufficiently wearying, even to those whose mental activity is amused or occupied by books or the concerns of life ; but who can comprehend the insufferable lassitude and despondency that overwhelm an African resident, as he lies on his mat-covered arm-chest, and listens to the endless deluge pouring for days, weeks, months, upon his leaky thatch ? At last, however, the season of rain passed by, and the " dry season " set in. This was the epoch for the arrival of caravans from the interior ; so that we were not surprised when our run- ners appeared, with news that Ahmah-de-Bellah, son of a noted TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 85 Fullah chief, was about to visit the Rio Pongo with an imposing train of followers and merchandise. The only means of commu- nication with the interior of Africa are, for short distances, by rivers, and, for longer ones, by " paths " or " trails " leading through the dense forest .and among the hills, to innumerable " towns " that stud this prolific land. Stephenson and McAdam have not been to Africa, and there are neither turnpikes nor railways. Now, when the coast-traders of the west are apprised that caravans are threading their way towards the Atlantic shores, it is always thought advisable to make suitable preparations for the chiefs, and especially to greet them by messages, before their arrival at the beach. Accordingly, " barkers'' 1 are sent forth on the forest " paths " to welcome the visitors with gifts of tobacco and powder. " Barkers " are colored gentlemen, with fluent tongues and flexible consciences, always in the train of factories on the coast, who hasten to the wilderness at the first signal of a cara- van's approach, and magnify the prosperity and merchandise of their patrons with as much zeal and veracity as the " drummers" of more Christian lands. A few days after our band of travelling agents had departed on their mission, the crack of fire-arms was heard from the hilli in our rear, signifying that the Mongo's " barkers " had been successful with the caravan in tow. A prompt response to the joyous signal was made by our cannons ; so that, after half an hour's firing, Ahmah-de-Bellah and his party emerged from the smoke, marshalled by our band of singers, who preceded him, chanting with loud voices the praise of the youthful chieftain. Behind the master came the principal traders and their slaves laden with produce, and followed by forty captive negroes, secured by bamboo withes. These were succeeded by three- score bullocks, a large flock of sheep or goats, and the females of the party ; while the procession was closed by the demure tread of a tame and stately Ostrich ! It was the first time I had seen so odd an assemblage of beasts and humanity. Indeed, had the troupe been accompanied by a bevy of ourang-outangs, I confess I might, at times, have had difliculty in deciding the grade of animal life to which the object in front of me belonged. ob captain canot; or, Mr. Ormond, when put upon his mettle, was one of the ablest traders in Africa, and received the Mahometan strangers with becoming state. He awaited Ahmah-de-Bellah and his com- mittee of head- traders on the piazza of his receiving-house, which was a rather stately edifice, one hundred and fifty feet in length, built to be fire-proof for the protection of our stores. When each Fullah stranger was presented, he shook hands and u snapped fingers " with the Mongo several times ; and, as every petty peddler in the train wanted to salaam the " white man for good luck," the process of presentation occupied at least an hour. According to coast-custom, as soon as these compliments were over, the caravan's merchandise was deposited within our walls, not only for security, but in order that we might gauge the value of the welcome the owners were entitled to receive. This pre- caution, though ungallant, is extremely necessary, inasmuch as many of the interior dealers were in the habit of declaring, on arrival, the value of their gold and ivory to be much greater than it was in fact, in order to receive a more liberal " present." Even savages instinctively acquire the tricks of trade ! When the goods were stored, a couple of fat bullocks, with an abundant supply of rice, were given to the visitors, and the chiefs of the caravan were billeted upon our townspeople. The canaille built temporary huts for themselves in the outskirts ; while Ahmah-de-Bellah, a strict Mahometan, accompanied by two of his wives, was furnished with a pair of neat houses that had been hastily fitted up with new and elegant mats.* While the merchandise of these large caravans is unpaid for, their owners, by the custom of the country, remain a costly bur- den upon the factories. We were naturally anxious to be free from this expense as soon as possible, and gave notice next morn- ing that " trade would begin forthwith." Ahmah-de-Bellah, the chiefs of the caravans, and Mr. Ormond, at once entered into negotiations, so that by nightfall a bargain had been struck, not * As it may be interesting to learn the nature of trade on this coast, — which is commonly misunderstood as consisting in slaves alone, — I thought it Well to set down the inventory T made out of the caravan's stock and its result, as the various items were intrusted to my guardianship. The body TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 87 only for their presents, but for the price of merchandise, and the percentage to be retained as " native duty." Such a preliminary liquidation with t/ie heads of a caravan is ever indispensable, for, without their assistance, it would be out of the question to traf- fic with the ragamuffins who hang on the skirts of opulent chief- tains. of the caravan itself consisted of seven hundred persons, principally men; while the produce was as follows: 8,500 hides $1,150 19 large and prime teeth of ivory, . . . 1,660 Gold, 2,500 600 pounds small ivory, 820 15 tons of rice 600 40 slaves, 1,600 86 bullocks, 860 Sheep, goats, butter, vegetables, . . 100 900 pounds bees-wax, ..... 95 Total value of the caravan's merchandise, . . $8,885. Out profits on this speculation were very flattering, both as regards sales and acquisitions. Rice cost us one cent per pound ; hides were de- livered at eighteen or twenty cents each ; a bullock was sold for twenty or thirty pounds of tobacco; sheep, goats or hogs, cost two pounds of to- bacco, or a fathom of common cotton, each ; ivory was purchased at the rate of a dollar the pound for the best, while inferior kinds were given at half that price In fact, the profit on our merchandise was, at least, one hundred and fifty per cent. As gold commands the very best fabrics in exchange, and was paid for at the rate of sixteen dollars an ounce, we made but seventy per cent, on the article. The slaves were delivered at the rate of one hundred " bars" each. The " bar" is valued on the coast at half a dollar ; but a pound and a half of tobacco is also a " bar," as well as a fathom of ordinary cotton cloth, or a pound of powder, while a common musket is equal to twelve "bars." Accordingly, where slaves were purchased for one hundred and fifty pounds of tobacco, only eighteen dollars were, in reality, paid; and when one hundred pounds of powder were given, we got them for twenty dollars each. Our British muskets cost us but three dollars a-piece ; yet we seldom purchased negroes for this article alone. If the women, offered in the market, exceeded twenty- five years of age, we made a deduction of twenty per cent. ; but if they were stanchly-built, and gave promising tokens for the future, we took them at the price of an able-bodied man. The same estimate was made for youths over four feet four inches high ; but children were rarely pur- chased at the factories, though they might be advantageously traded in the native towns. 88 captain canot; or, Each morning, at daylight, a crier went through the town, announcing the character of the specific trade which would he carried on during hours of business. One day it was in hides ; another, rice ; another, cattle. When these were disposed of, a time was specially appointed for the exchange of gold, ivory and slaves ; and, at the agreed hour, Mr. Ormond, Ahmah-de-bellah, and myself, locked the doors of the warehouse, and traded through a window, while our " barkers " distributed the goods to the Africans, often using their whips to keep the chattering and disputatious scamps in order. Ahmah-de-bellah pretended to inspect the measurement of cloth, powder and tobacco, to in- sure justice to his compatriots ; but, in reality, like a true tax- gatherer, he was busy ascertaining his lawful percentage on the sale, in return for the protection from robbery he gave the petty traders on their pilgrimage to the coast. At length the market was cleared of sellers and merchandise — except the ostrich, which, when all was over, reached the Mon- go's hands as a royal gift from the Ali-mami of Footha Yallon, the pious father of Ahmah-de-Bellah. The bird, it is true, was presented as a free offering ; yet it was hinted that the worthy Ali stood in need of reliable muskets, which his son would take charge of on the journey home. As twenty of those warlike in- struments were dispatched by Ahmah-de-Bellah, the ostrich be- came rather a costly as well as characteristic gift. Each of the traders, moreover, expected a " bungee " or " dash " of some sort, in token of good will, and in proportion to his sales ; so that we hastened to comply with all the common-law customs of the country, in order to liberate Bangalang from the annoying crowd. They dropped off rapidly as they were paid ; and in a short time Ahmah-de-Bellah, his wives, and immediate followers, were all that remained of the seven hundred Fullahs. Ahmah-de-Bellah was a fine specimen of what may be con- sidered "Young Africa," though he can hardly be classed among the progressives or revolutionary propagandists of the age. In person he was tall, graceful, and commanding. As the son of an important chief, he had been free from those menial toils which, in that climate, soon obliterate all intellectual character- TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 89 istics. His face was well formed for an African's. His high and broad brow arched over a straight nose, while his lips had nothing of that vulgar grossness which gives so sensual an expres- sion to his countrymen. Ahmah's manners to strangers or supe- riors were refined and courteous in a remarkable degree ; but to the mob of the coast and inferiors generally, he manifested that harsh and peremptory tone which is common among the savages of a fiery clime. Ahmah-de-Bellah was second son of the Ali-mami, or King of Footha-Yallon, who allowed him to exercise the prerogative of leading for the first time, a caravan to the seaboard, in honor of attaining the discreet age of " twenty four rainy seasons." The privilege however, was not granted without a view to profit by the courage of his own blood ; for the Ali-mami was never known to suffer a son or relative to depart from his jurisdiction without a promise of half the products of the lucrative enter prise. The formation of a caravan, when the king's permission has been finally secured, is a work of time and skill. At the begin- ning of the " dry season," the privileged chieftain departs with power of life and death over his followers, and " squats " in one of the most frequented " paths " to the sea, while he dispatches small bands of daring retainers to other trails throughout the neighborhood, to blockade every passage to the beach. The siege of the highways is kept up with vigor for a month or more, by these black Rob Roys and Robin Hoods, until a sufficient number of traders may be trapped to constitute a valuable caravan, and give importance to its leader. While this is the main purpose of the forest-adventure, the occasion is taken advantage of to collect a local tribute, due by small tribes to the Ali, which could not be obtained otherwise. The despotic officer, moreover, avails him- self of the blockade to stop malefactors and absconding debtors. Goods that are seized in the possession of the latter may be se- questrated to pay his creditors ; but if their value is not equal to the debt, the delinquent, if a pagan, is sold as a slave, but is let off with a bastinado, if he proves to be " one of the faith- ful." 90 CAPTAIN CANOT ; OR, It is natural to suppose that every effort is made by the small traders of the interior to avoid these savage press-gangs. The poor wretches are not only subjected to annoying vassalage by ruffian princes, but the blockade of the forest often diverts them from the point they originally designed to reach, — forces them to towns or factories they had no intention of visiting, — and, by extreme delay, wastes their provisions and diminishes their frugal profits. It is surprising to see how admirably even savages understand and exercise the powers of sovereignty and the rights of transit ! While Ahmah-de-Bellah tarried at Bangalang, it was my habit to visit him every night to hear his interesting chat, as it was translated by an interpreter. Sometimes, in return, I would recount the adventures of my sea-faring life, which seemed to have a peculiar flavor for this child of the wilderness, who now gazed for the first time on the ocean. Among other things, I strove to convince him of the world's rotundity ; but, to the last, he smiled incredulously at my daring assertion, and closed the argument by asking me to prove it from the Koran ? He al- lowed me the honors due a traveller and " book-man ; " but a mind that had swallowed, digested, and remembered every text of Mahomet's volume, was not to be deceived by such idle fanta- sies. He kindly undertook to conquer my ignorance of his creed by a careful exposition of its mysteries in several long-winded lectures, and I was so patient a listener, that I believe Ahmah was entirely satisfied of my conversion. My seeming acquiescence was well repaid by the Fullah's confidence. He returned my nightly calls with interest ; and, visiting me in the warehouse during hours of business, became so fervently wrapped up in my spiritual salvation, that he would spout Mahometanism for hours through an interpreter. To get rid of him, one day, I promised to follow the Prophet with pleasure if he consented to receive me ; but I insisted on entering the "fold of the faithful " without submitting to the peculiar rite of Mussulman baptism ! Ahmah-de-Bellah took the jest kindly, laughing like a good TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 91 fellow, and from that day forward, we were sworn cronies. The Fullah at once wrote down a favorite prayer in Arabic, requiring as my spiritual guide, that I should commit it to memory for constant and ready use. After a day or two, he examined mo in the ritual ; but, finding I was at fault after the first sentence, reproached me pathetically upon my negligence and exhorted me to repentance, — much to the edification of our interpreter, who was neither Jew, Christian, nor Mussulman. But the visit of the young chieftain, which began in trade and tapered off in piety, drew to a close. Ahmah-de-Bellah began to prepare for his journey homeward. As the day of de- parture approached, I saw that my joke had been taken seriously by the Fullah, and that he relied upon my apostasy. At the last moment, Ahmah tried to put me to a severe test, by suddenly producing the holy book, and requiring me. to seal our friendship by an oath that I would never abandon Islamism. I contrived, however, adroitly to evade the affirmation by feigning an excessive anxiety to acquire more profound knowledge of the Koran, before I made so solemn a pledge. It came to pass that, out of the forty slaves brought in the caravan, the Mongo rejected eight. After some altercation, Ahmah-de-Bellah consented to discard seven; but he insisted that the remaining veteran should be shipped, as he could neither kill nor send him back to Footha-Yallon. I was somewhat curious to know the crime this culprit had committed, which was so heinous as to demand his perpetual exile, though it spared his life. The chief informed me that the wretch had slain his son ; and, as there was no punishment for such an offence assigned by the Koran, the judges of his coun- try condemned him to be sold a slave to Christians,— a penalty they considered worse than death. Another curious feature of African law was developed in the sale of this caravan. I noticed a couple of women drawn along with ropes around their necks, while others of their sex and class were suffered to wander about without bonds. These females, the chief apprised us, would have been burnt in his father's do- 92 captain canot; or, mains for witchcraft, had not his venerable ancestor been so much distressed for powder that he thought their lives would be more valuable to his treasury than their carcasses to outraged law. It was a general complaint among the companions of Ahmah- de-Bellah that the caravan was scant of slaves in consequence of this unfortunate lack of powder. The young chieftain promised better things in future. "Next year, the Mongo's barracoons should teem with his conquests. When the "rainy season" approached, the Ali-mami, his father, meant to carry on a i: great war " against a variety of small tribes, whose captives would replenish the herds, that, two years before, had been car- ried off by a sudden blight. I learned from my intelligent Fullah, that while the Mahom- etan courts of his country rescued by law the people of their own faith from slavery, they omitted no occasion to inflict it, as a penalty, upon the African " unbelievers " who fell within their jurisdiction. Among these unfortunates, the smallest crime is considered capital, and a " capital crime " merits the profitable punishment of slavery. Nor was it difficult, he told me, for a country of " true believers " to acquire a multitude of bondsmen. They detested the institution, it is true, among themselves, and among their own caste, but it was both right and reputable among the unorthodox. The Koran commanded the " subjuga- tion of the tribes to the true faith," so that, to enforce the Pro- phet's order against infidels, they resorted to the white man's cupidity, which authorized its votaries to enslave the negro ! My inquisitiveness prompted me to demand whether these holy wars spoken of in the Koran were not somewhat stimulated, in our time, at least, by the profits that ensued ; and I even ventured to hint that it was questionable whether the mighty chief of Footha-Yallon would willingly storm a Kaffir fortification, were he not prompted by the booty of slaves ! Ahmah-de-Bellah was silent for a minute, when his solemn face gradually relaxed into a quizzical smile, as he replied that, in truth, Mahometans were no worse than Christians, so that it was quite likely, — if the white elect of heaven, who knew how to TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 93 make powder and guns, did not tempt the black man with their weapons, — the commands of Allah would be followed with less zeal, and implements not quite so dangerous ! I could not help thinking that there was a good deal of quiet satire in the gossip of this negro prince. According to the cus- tom of his country, we " exchanged names " at parting ; and, while he put in my pocket the gift of a well-thumbed Koran, I slung over his shoulder a double-barrelled gun. We walked side by side for some miles into the forest, as he went forth from Bangalang ; and as we " cracked fingers " for farewell, I prom- ised, with my hand on my heart, that the " next dry season " I would visit his father, the venerable Ali-mami, in his realm of Footha-Yallon. 94 CAPTAIN CANOT J OR, CHAPTEE X. I was a close watcher of Mongo John whenever he engaged in the purchase of slaves. As each negro was brought before him, Ormond examined the subject, without regard to sex, from head to foot. A careful manipulation of the chief muscles, joints, arm-pits and groins was made, to assure soundness. The mouth, too, was inspected, and if a tooth was missing, it was noted as a defect liable to deduction. Eyes, voice, lungs, fingers and toes were not forgotten ; so that when the negro passed from the Mongo's hands without censure, he might have been readily adopted as a good " life " by an insurance company. Upon one occasion, to my great astonishment, I saw a stout and apparently powerful man discarded by Ormond as utterly worthless. His full muscles and sleek skin, to my unpractised eye, denoted the height of robust health. Still, I was told that he had been medicated for the market with bloating drugs, and sweated with powder and lemon-juice to impart a gloss to his skin. Ormond remarked that these jockey-tricks are as common in Africa as among horse-dealers in Christian lands ; and desir- ing me to feel the negro's pulse, I immediately detected disease or excessive excitement. In a few days I found the poor wretch, abandoned by his owner, a paralyzed wreck in the hut of • vil- lager at Bangalang. tlHHAftY UNIVERSITY OF ILUNOIS URBANA - TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 95 When a slave becomes useless to bis master in the interior, or exhibits signs of failing constitution, he is soon disposed of to a peddler or broker. These men call to their aid a quack, familiar with drugs, who, for a small compensation, undertakes to refit an impaired body for the temptation of greenhorns. Sometimes the cheat is successfully effected ; but experienced slavers detect it readily by the yellow eye, swollen tongue, and feverish skin. After a few more lessons, I was considered by the Mongo sufficiently learned in the slave traffic to be intrusted with the sole management of his stores. This exemption from commerce enabled him to indulge more than ever in the use of ardent spirits, though his vanity to be called "king," still prompted him to attend faithfully to all the " country palavers ; " and, let it be said to his credit, his decisions were never defective in judgment or impartiality. After I had been three months occupied in the multifarious intercourse of Bangalang and its neighborhood, I understood the language well enough to dispense with the interpreter, who was one of the Mongo's confidential agents. When my companion departed on a long journey, he counselled me to make up with Unga-golak, the harem's cerberus, as she suspected my intimacy with Esther, who would doubtless be denounced to Ormond unless I purchased the beldame's silence. Indeed, ever since the night of warning, when the beautiful quarteroon visited my hovel, I had contrived to meet this charm- ing girl, as the only solace of my solitude. Amid all the wild paaaioiiste, and savage surroundings of Bangalang, Esther— the Pariah— was the only golden link that still seemed to bind me to humanity and the lands beyond the seas. On that burning coast, I was not excited by the stirring of an adventurous life, nor was my young heart seduced and bewildered by absorbing avarice. Many a night, when the dews penetrated my flesh, as I looked towards the west, my soul shrank from the selfish wretches around me, and went off in dreams to the homes I had abandoned. When I came back to myself,— when I was forced to recognize my doom in Africa,— when I acknowledged that my lot had been cast, perhaps unwisely, by myself, my spirit turned, 96 CAPTAIN CANOT: OR, like the worm from the crushing heel, and found nothing that kindled for me with the light of human sympathy, save this out- cast girl. Esther was to me as a sister, and when the hint of her harm or loss was given, I hastened to disarm the only hand that could inflict a blow. Unga-golah was a woman, and a rope of sparkling coral for her neck, smothered all her wrongs. The months I had passed in Africa without illness, — though I went abroad after dark, and bathed in the river during the heat of the day, — made me believe myself proof against malaria. But, at length, a violent pain in my loins, accompanied by a swimming head, warned me that the African fever held me in its dreaded gripe. In two days I was delirious. Ormond visited me ; but I knew him not, and in my madness, called on Esther, accompanying the name with terms of endearment. This, I was told, stirred the surprise and jealousy of the Mongo, who forth- with assailed the matron of his harem with a torrent of inquiries and abuse. But Unga-golah was faithful. The beads had sealed her tongue ; so that, with the instinctive adroitness peculiar to ladies of her color, she fabricated a story which not only quieted the Mongo, but added lustre to Esther's character. The credulous old man finding Unga so well disposed towards his watchful clerk, restored the warehouse to her custody. This was the height of her avaricious ambition ; and, in token of gratitude for my profitable malady, she contrived to let Esther become the nurse and guardian of my sick bed. As my fever and delirium continued, a native doctor, re- nowned for his skill, was summoned, who ordered me to be cupped in the African fashion by scarifying my back and stom- ach with a hot knife, and applying plaintain leaves to the wounds. The operation allayed my pulse for a few hours ; but as the fever came back with new vigor, it became necessary for my attendants to arouse the Mongo to a sense of my imminent dan- ger. Yet Ormond, instead of springing with alacrity to succor a friend and retainer in affliction, sent for a young man, named Edward Joseph, who had formerly been in his employment, but was now settled on his own account in Bangalang. Joseph proved a good Samaritan. As soon as he dared ven- TWENTY YEARS OP AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 97 ture upon my removal, he took me to his establishment at Kam- bia, and engaged the services of another Mandingo doctor, in whose absurdities he believed. But all the charms and incanta- tions of the savage would not avail, and I remained in a state of utter prostration and apparent insensibility until morning. As soon as day dawned, my faithful Esther was again on the field of action ; and this time she insisted upon the trial of her judg- ment, in the person of an old white-headed woman, who accom- panied her in the guise of the greatest enchantress of the coast. A slave, paid in advance, was the fee for which she undertook to warrant my cure. No time was to be lost. The floor of a small and close mud hut was intensely heated, and thickly strewn with moistened lemon leaves, over which a cloth was spread for a couch. As soon as the bed was ready, I was borne to the hovel, and, covered with blankets, was allowed to steam and perspire, while my med- ical attendant dosed me with half a tumbler of a green disgusting juice which she extracted from herbs. This process of drink- ing and barbecuing was repeated during five consecutive days, at he end of which my fever was gone. But my convalescence was not speedy. For many a day, I stalked about, a useless skeleton, quivering with ague, and afliicted by an insatiable appe- tite, until a French physician restored me to health by the use of cold baths at the crisis of my fever. When I was sufficiently recovered to attend to business, Mongo John desired me to resume my position in his employ- ment. I heard, however, from Esther, that during my illness, Unga-golah used her opportunities so profitably in the ware- house, that there would be sad deficiencies, which, doubtless, might be thrown on me, if the crone were badly disposed at any future period. Accordingly, I thought it decidedly most prudent to decline the clerkship, and requested the Mongo to recompense me for the time and attention I had already bestowed on him. This was refused by the indolent voluptuary ; so we parted with coolness, and I was once more adrift in the world. In these great outlying colonies and lodgments of European nations in the East Indies and Africa, a stranger is commonly 5 98 CAPTAIN CANOT | OK, welcome to the hospitality of every foreigner. I had no hesita- tion, therefore, in returning to the house of Joseph, who, like myself, had heen a clerk of Ormond, and suffered from the pil- ferings of the matron. My host, I understood, was a native of London, where he was born of continental parents, and came to Sierra Leone with Governor Turner. Upon the death or return of that officer, — I do not recollect which, — the young adventurer remained in the colony, and, for a time, enjoyed the post of harbor master. His first visit to the Rio Pongo was in the capapity of supercargo of a small coasting craft, laden with valuable merchandise. Joseph succeeded in disposing of his wares, but was not equally fortu- nate in collecting their avails. It was, perhaps, an ill-judged act of the supercargo, but he declined to face his creditors with a deficient balance-sheet ; and quitting Sierra Leone for ever, accepted service with Ormond. For a year he continued in this employment ; but, at the end of that period, considering himself sufficiently informed of the trade and language of the river, he sent a message to his creditors at the British settlement that he could promptly pay them in full, if they would advance him capital enough to commence an independent trade. The terms were accepted by an opulent Israelite, and in a short time Ed- ward Joseph was numbered among the successful factors of Rio Pongo. As I had nothing to do but get well and talk, I employed my entire leisure in acquiring the native language perfectly. The Soosoo is a dialect of the Mandingo. Its words, ending almost universally in vowels, render it as glibly soft and musical as Italian ; so that, in a short time, I spoke it as fluently as my native tongue. TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 99 CHAPTER XI. The 15th of March, 1827, was an epoch in my life. I re- member it well, because it became the turning point of my destiny. A few weeks more of indolence might have forced me back to Europe or America, but the fortune of that day decided my residence and dealings in Africa. At dawn of the 15th, a vessel was descried in the offing, and, as she approached the coast, the initiated soon ascertained her to be a Spanish slaver. But, what was the amazement of the river grandees when the captain landed and consigned his vessel to me ! " La Fortuna," the property, chiefly, of my old friend the Regla grocer, was successor of the Areostatico, which she exceeded in size as well as comfort. Her captain was charged to pay me my wages in full for the round voyage in the craft I bad abandoned, and handed me, besides, a purse of thirty doubloons as a testimonial from his owners for my defence of their property on the dreadful night of our arrival. The " Fortuna " was dispatched to me for an " assorted cargo of slaves," while 200,000 cigars and 500 ounces of Mexican gold, were on board for their purchase. My commission was fixed at ten per cent., and I was promised a command whenever I saw fit to abandon my residence on the African coast. Having no factory, or barracoon of slaves, and being elevated to the dignity of u a trader " in so sudden a manner, I thought it best to summon all the factors of the river on board tho 100 CAPTAIN canot; or, schooner, with an offer to divide the cargo, provided they would pledge the production of the slaves within thirty days. Dispatch was all-important to the owners, and, so anxious was I to gratify them, that I consented to pay fifty dollars for every slave that should be accepted. After some discussion my offer was taken, and the cargo appor- tioned among the residents. They declined, however, receiving any share of the cigars in payment, insisting on liquidation in gold alone. As this was my first enterprise, I felt at a loss to know how to convert my useless tobacco into merchantable doubloons. In this strait, I had recourse to the Englishman Joseph, who hitherto traded exclusively in produce ; but, being unable to withstand the temptation of gold, had consented to furnish a portion of my required negroes. As soon as I stated the diffi- culty to Don Edward, he proposed to send the Havanas to his Hebrew friend in Sierra Leone, where, he did not doubt, they would be readily exchanged for Manchester merchandise. That evening a canoe was dispatched to the English colony with the cigars ; and, on the tenth day after, the trusty Israelite appeared in the Rio Pongo, with a cutter laden to the deck with superior British fabrics. The rumor of five hundred doubloons disturbed his rest in Sierra Leone ! So much gold could not linger in the hands of natives as long as Manchester and Birmingham were represented in the colony ; and, accordingly, he coasted the edge of the surf, as rapidly as possible, to pay me a profit of four dollars a thousand for the cigars, and to take his chances at the exchange of my gold for the sable cargo ! By this happy hit I was enabled to pay for the required balance of negroes, as well as to liquidate the schooner's expenses while in the river. I was amazingly rejoiced and proud at this happy result, because I learned from the captain that the invoice of cigars was a ma- licious trick, palmed off on the Areostatico's owners by her captain, in order to thwart or embarrass me, when he heard I was to be intrusted with the purchase of a cargo on the coast. At the appointed day, La Fortuna sailed with 220 human beings packed in her hold. Three months afterwards, I received advices that she safely landed 2 1 7 in the bay of Matanzas, and TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 101 that their sale yielded a clear profit on the voyage of forty-one thousand four hundred and thirty-eight dollars.* * As the reader may scarcely credit so large a profit, I subjoin au account of the fitting of a slave vessel from Havaua in 1827, and the liquidation of her voyage in Cuba: — 1. — Expenses Oct. Cost of La Fortuxa, a 90 ton schooner, . . . $3,700 00 Fitting out, sails, carpenter and cooper's bills, . 2,500 00 Provisions for crew and slaves, . . . 1,115 00 Wages advanced to 18 men before the mast, . 900 00 " " to captain, mates, boatswain, cook, ) AA( . An and steward, . . . . [ ** u uu 200,000 cigars and 500 doubloons, cargo, . . 10,900 00 Clearance and hush-money, 200 00 $19,755 00 Commission at 5 per cent,, 987 00 Full cost of voyage out, .... $20,742 00 2. — Expenses Home. Captain's head-money, at $8 a head, . . . 1,746 00 Mate's " $4 "... 873 00 Second mate and boatswain's head-money, at $2 each ) _„„ ~_ a head ^ 873 00 Captain's wages, 219 78 First mate's wages 175 56 Second mate and boatswain's wages, . , . 307 12 Cook and steward's wages 264 00 Eighteen sailors' wages, 1,972 00 $27,172 46 8. — Expenses in Havana. Government officers, at $8 per head, . . . 1,736 00 My commission on 217 slaves, expenses ofi, . . 6,565 00 Consignees' commissions, 3,873 00 217 slave dresses, at $2 each, . . . . 634 00 Extra expenses of all kinds, say, . . . 1,000 00 Total expenses, $39,980 46 4. — Returns. Value of vessel at auction, $3,950 00 Proceeds of 217 slaves, 77,469 00 $81,419 00 Resume. Total Returns, $81,419 00 " Expenses, 39,980 46 Nett profit, . . $41,438 54 102 captain canot; or, As I am now fairly embarked in a trade which absorbed so many of my most vigorous years, I suppose the reader will not be loth to learn a little of my experience in the alleged " cruel- ties " of this commerce ; and the first question, in all likelihood, that rises to his lips, is a solicitation to be apprised of the em- barkation and treatment of slaves on the dreaded voyage. An African factor of fair repute is ever careful to select his human cargo with consummate prudence, so as not only to supply his employers with athletic laborers, but to avoid any taint of disease that may affect the slaves in their transit to Cuba or the American main. Two days before embarkation, the head of every male and female is neatly shaved ; and, if the cargo be- longs to several owners, each man's brand is impressed on the body of his respective negro. This operation is performed with pieces of silver wire, or small irons fashioned into the merchant's initials, heated just hot enough to blister without burning the skin. When the entire cargo is the venture of but one pro- prietor, the branding is always dispensed with. On the appointed day, the barracoon or slave-pen is made joyous by the abundant " feed " which signalizes the negro's last hours in his native country. The feast over, they are taken alongside the vessel in canoes ; and as they touch the deck, they are entirely stripped, so that women as well as men go out of Africa as they came into it — naked. This precaution, it will be understood, is indispensable ; for perfect nudity, during the whole voyage, is the only means of securing cleanliness and health. In this state, they are immediately ordered below, the men to the hold and the women to the cabin, while boys and girls are, day and night, kept on deck, where their sole protection from the elements is a sail in fair weather, and a tarpaulin in foul. At meal time they are distributed in messes of ten. Thirty years ago, when the Spanish slave trade was lawful, the captains were somewhat more ceremoniously religious than at present, and it was then a universal habit to make the gangs say grace before meat, and give thanks afterwards. In our days, however, they dispense with this ritual, and content themselves with a " Viva la Habana" or " hurrah for Havana," accompanied by a clapping of hands. CUT'/".. BRANDING A NKORESS. tfBftARY UNIVERSITY Of ILUNOia URBANA TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVEE. 103 This over, a bucket of salt water is served to each mess, by way of " finger glasses " for the ablution of hands, after which a kidd, — either of rice, farina, yams, or beans, — according to the tribal habit of the negroes, is placed before the squad. In order to prevent greediness or inequality in the appropriation of nourishment, the process is performed by signals from a monitor, whose motions indicate when the darkies shall dip and when they shall swallow. It is the duty of a guard to report immediately whenever a slave refuses to eat, in order that his abstinence may be traced to stubborness or disease. Negroes have sometimes been found in slavers who attempted voluntary starvation ; so that, when the watch reports the patient to be " shamming," his appetite is stimulated by the medical antidote of a " cat." If the slave, however, is truly ill, he is forthwith ticketed for the sick-list by a bead or button around his neck, and dispatched to an infirmary in the forecastle. These meals occur twice daily, — at ten in the morning and four in the afternoon, — and are terminated by another ablution. Thrice in each twenty -four hours they are served with half a pint of water. Pipes and tobacco are circulated economically among both sexes ; but, as each negro cannot be allowed the luxury of a separate bowl, boys are sent round with an adequate supply, allowing a few whiffs to each individual. On regular days, — probably three times a week, — their mouths are carefully rinsed with vinegar, while, nearly every morning, a dram is given as an antidote to scurvy. Although it is found necessary to keep the sexes apart, they are allowed to converse freely during day while on deck. Cor- poral punishment is never inflicted save by order of an officer, and, even then, not until the culprit understands exactly why it is done. Once a week, the ship's barber scrapes their chins without assistance from soap ; and, on the same day, their nails are closely pared, to insure security from harm in those nightly battles that occur, when the slave contests with bis neighbor every inch of plank to which he is glued. During afternoons of serene weather, men, women, girls, and boys are allowed to unite 104 CAPTAIN canot; oe, in African melodies, whic^ tdey always enhance by an extempo- raneous tom-tom on the bottom of a tub or tin kettle. These hints will apprise the reader that the greatest care, compatible with safety, is taken of a negro's health and cleanli- ness on the voyage. In every well-conducted slaver, the captain, officers, and crew, are alert and vigilant to preserve the cargo. It is their personal interest, as well as the interest of humanity to do so. The boatswain is incessant in his patrol of purifica- tion, and disinfecting substances are plenteously distributed. The upper deck is washed and swabbed daily ; the slave deck is scraped and holy-stoned ; and, at nine o'clock each morning, the captain inspects every part of his craft ; so that no vessel, except a man-of-war, can compare with a slaver in systematic order, purity, and neatness. I am not aware that the ship-fever, which sometimes decimates the emigrants from Europe, has ever pre- vailed in these African traders. At sundown, the process of stowing the slaves for the night is begun. The second mate and boatswain descend into the hold, whip in hand, and range the slaves in their regular places ; those on the right side of the vessel facing forward, and lying in each other's lap, while those on the left are similarly stowed with their faces towards the stern. In this way each negro lies on his right side, which is considered preferable for the action of the heart. In allotting places, particular attention is paid to size, the taller being selected for the greatest breadth of the vessel, while the shorter and younger are lodged near the bows. When the cargo is large and the lower deck crammed, the super- numeraries are disposed of on deck, which is securely covered with boards to shield them from moisture. The strict discipline of nightly stowage is, of course, of the greatest importance in slavers, else every negro would accommodate himself as if he were a passenger. In order to insure perfect silence and regularity during night, a slave is chosen as constable from every ten, and furnished with a " cat " to enforce commands during his appointed watch. In remuneration for his services, which, it may be believed, are admirably performed whenever the whip is required, he is adorned TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 105 with an old shirt or tarry trowsers. Now and then, billets of wood are distributed among the sleepers, but this luxury is never granted until the good temper of the negroes is ascertained, for slaves have often been tempted to mutiny by the power of arming themselves with these pillows from the forest. It is very probable that many of my readers will consider it barbarous to make slaves lie down naked upon a board, but let me inform them that native Africans are not familiar with the use of feather-beds, nor do any but the free and rich in their mother country indulge in the luxury even of a mat or raw- hide. Among the Mandingo chiefs, — the most industrious and civilized of Africans, — the beds, divans, and sofas, are heaps of mud, covered with untanned skins for cushions, while logs of wood serve for bolsters ! I am of opinion, therefore, that emigrant slaves experience very slight inconvenience in lying down on the deck. But ventilation is carefully attended to. The hatches and bulkheads of every slaver are grated, and apertures are cut about the deck for ampler circulation of air. Wind-sails, too, are constantly pouring a steady draft into the hold, except during a chase, when, of course, every comfort is temporarily sacrificed for safety. During calms or in light and baffling winds, when the suffocating air of the tropics makes ventilation impossible, the gratings are always removed, and portions of the slaves allowed to repose at night on deck, while the crew is armed to watch the sleepers. Handcuffs are rarely used on shipboard. It is the common custom to secure slaves in the barracoons, and while shipping, by chaining ten in a gang ; but as these platoons would be ex- tremely inconvenient at sea, the manacles are immediately taken off and replaced by leg-irons, which fasten them in pairs by the feet. Shackles are never used but for full-grown men, while women and boys are set at liberty as soon as they embark. It frequently happens that when the behavior of male slaves war- rants their freedom, they are released from all fastenings long before they arrive. Irons are altogether dispensed with on many Brazilian severs, as negroes from Anjuda, Benin, and Angola, 106 captain canot; or, are mild; and unaddicted to revolt like those who dwell east of the Cape or north of the Gold Coast. Indeed, a knowing trader will never use chains hut when compelled, for the longer a slave is ironed the more he deteriorates ; and, as his sole object is to land a healthy cargo, pecuniary interest, as well as natural feel- ing, urges the sparing of metal. My object in writing this palliative description is not to excul- pate the slavers or their commerce, but to correct those exagger- ated stories which have so long been current in regard to the Usual voyage of a trader. I have always believed that the cause of humanity, as well as any other cause, was least served by over-statement ; and I am sure that if the narratives given by Englishmen are true, the voyages they detail must either have occurred before my day, or were conducted in British vessels, while her majesty's subjects still considered the traffic lawful.* * The treaty with Spain, -which was designed by Great Britain to end the slave trade, failed utterly to produce the desired result. All profitable trade, — illicit, contraband, or what not, — will be carried on by avaricious men, as long as the temptation continues. Accordingly, whenever a trade becomes forced, the only and sure result of violent restriction is to imperil still more both life and cargo. 1st. — The treaty with Spain, it is said, was enforced some time before it was properly promulgated or notified ; so that British cruisers seized over eighty vessels, one third of which certainly were not designed for slave-trade. 2d. — As the compact condemned slave vessels to be broken up, the sailing qualities of craft were improved to facilitate escape, rather than insure human comfort. 3d. — The Spanish slavers had recourse to Brazilians and Portuguese to cover their property ; and, as slavers could not be fitted out in Cuba, other nations sent their vessels ready equipped to Africa, and (under the jib- booms of cruisers) Sardinians, Frenchmen and Americans, transferred them to slave traders, while the captains and parts of the crew took passage home in regular merchantmen. 4th. — As the treaty created greater risk, every method of economy was resorted to ; and the crowding and cramming of slaves was one of the vaost prominent results. Water and provisions were diminished; and every thing was sacrificed for gain. TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER- 107 CHAPTER XII. In old times, before treaties made slave-trade piracy, the land- ing of human cargoes was as comfortably conducted as the dis- embarkation of flour. But now, the enterprise is effected with secrecy and hazard. A wild, uninhabited portion of the coast, where some little bay or sheltering nook exists, is commonly selected by the captain and his confederates. As soon as the vessel is driven close to the beach and anchored, her boats are packed with slaves, while the craft is quickly dismantled to avoid detection from sea or land. The busy skiffs are hurried to and fro incessantly till the cargo is entirely ashore, when the secured gang, led by the captain, and escorted by armed sailors, is rapid- ly marched to the nearest plantation. There it is safe from the rapacity of local magistrates, who, if they have a chance, imitate their superiors by exacting "gratifications." In the mean time, a courier has been dispatched to the owners in Havana, Matanzas, or Santiago de Cuba, who imme- diately post to the plantation with clothes for the slaves and gold for the crew. Preparations are quickly made through brokers for the sale of the blacks ; while the vessel, if small, is disguised, to warrant her return under the coasting flag to a port of clear- ance. If the craft happens to be large, it is considered perilous to attempt a return with a cargo, or u in distress^ and, accord- ingly, she is either sunk or burnt where she lies. 108 captain canot; or, When the genuine African reaches a plantation for the first time, he fancies himself in paradise. He is amazed by the generosity with which he is fed with fruit and fresh provisions. His new clothes, red cap, and roasting blanket (a civilized superfluity he never dreamed of ), strike him dumb with delight, and, in his savage joy, he not only forgets country, relations, and friends, but skips about like a monkey, while he dons his garments wrongside out or hind-part before ! The arrival of a carriage or cart creates no little confusion among the Ethiopian groups, who never imagined that beasts could be made to work. But the climax of wonder is reached when that paragon of oddi- ties, a Cuban postilion, dressed in his sky-blue coat, silver- laced hat, white breeches, polished jack-boots, and ringing spurs, leaps from his prancing quadruped, and bids them welcome in their mother tongue. Every African rushes to " snap fingers " with his equestrian brother, who, according to orders, forthwith preaches an edifying sermon on the happiness of being a white man's slave, taking care to jingle his spurs and crack his whip at the end of every sentence, by way of amen. Whenever a cargo is owned by several proprietors, each one takes his share at once to his plantation ; but if it is the pro- perty of speculators, the blacks are sold to any one who requires them before removal from the original depot. The sale is, of course, conducted as rapidly as possible, to forestall the inter- ference of British officials with the Captain- General. Many of the Spanish Governors in Cuba have respected treaties, or, at least, promised to enforce the laws. Squadrons of dragoons and troops of lancers have been paraded with con- venient delay, and ordered to gallop to plantations designated by the representative of England. It generally happens, how- ever, that when the hunters arrive the game is gone. Scandal declares that, while brokers are selling the blacks at the depot, it is not unusual for their owner or his agent to be found knocking at the door of the Captain-General's secretary. It is ■^n said that the Captain-General himself is sometimes pre- ,-iit in the sanctuary, and, after a familiar chat about the happy landing of " the contraband," — as the traffic is amiably called, TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 109 the requisite rouleaux are insinuated into the official desk under the intense smoke of a fragrant cigarillo. The metal is always considered the property of the Captain General, but his scribe avails himself of a lingering farewell at the door, to hint an immediate and pressing need for " a very small darkey ! " Next day, the diminutive African does not appear ; but, as it is be- lieved that Spanish officials prefer gold even to mortal flesh, his algebraic equivalent is unquestionably furnished in the shape of shining ounces ! The prompt dispatch I gave the schooner Fortuna, started new ideas among the traders of the Rio Pongo, so that it was generally agreed my method of dividing the cargo among differ- ent factors was not only most advantageous for speed, but pre- vented monopoly, and gave all an equal chance. At a " grand palaver " or assemblage of the traders on the river, it was re- solved that this should be the course of trade for the future. All the factors, except Ormond, attended and assented ; but we learned that the Mongo's people, with difficulty prevented him from sending an armed party to break up our deliberations. The knowledge of this hostile feeling soon spread throughout the settlement and adjacent towns, creating considerable excite- ment against Ormond. My plan and principles were approved by the natives as well as foreigners, so that warning was sent the Mongo, if any harm befell Joseph and Theodore, it would be promptly resented. Our native landlord, Ali-Ninpha, a Foulah by descent, told him boldly, in presence of his people, that the Africans were " tired of a mulatto Mongo ; " and, from that day, his power dwindled away visibly, though a show of respect was kept up in consequence of his ago and ancient im- portance. During these troubles, the Areostatico returned to my con- signment, and in twenty-two days was dispatched with a choice cargo of Maudingos, — a tribe, which had become fashionable for house servants among the Havanese. But the luckless vessel was never heard of, and it is likely she went down in some of the dreadful gales that scourged the coast immediately after her departure. 110 CAPTAIN CANOT J OR, CHAPTER XIII. I had now grown to such sudden importance among the natives, that the neighboring chiefs and kings sent me daily messages of friendship, with trifling gifts that I readily accepted. One of these bordering lords, more generous and insinuating than the rest, hinted several times his anxiety for a closer connection in affection as well as trade, and, at length, insisted upon becom- ing my father-in-law ! I had always heard in Italy that it was something to receive the hand of a princess, even after long and tedious wooing ; but now that I was surrounded by a mob of kings, who absolutely thrust their daughters on me, I confess I had the bad taste not to leap with joy at the royal offering. Still, I was in a difficult position, as no graver offence can be given a chief than to reject his child. It is so serious an insult to refuse a wife, that, high born natives, in order to avoid quarrels or war, accept the tender boon, and as soon as etiquette permits, pass it over to a friend or relation. As the offer was made to me personally by the king, I found the utmost difficulty in escaping. Indeed, he would re- ceive no excuse. When I declined on account of the damsel's youth, he laughed incredulously. If I urged the feebleness of my health and tardy convalescence, he insisted that a regular life of matrimony was the best cordial for an impaired constitution. In fact, the paternal solicitude of his majesty for my doubloons TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 1 1 1 was so urgent that I was on the point of yielding myself a patient sacrifice, when Joseph came to my relief with the offer of his hand as a substitute. The Gordian knot was cut. Prince Yungee in reality did not eare so much who should be his son-in-law as that he obtained one with a white skin and plentiful purse. Joseph or Theodore, Saxon or Italian, made no difference to the chief; and, as is the case in all Oriental lands, the opinion of the lady was of no im- portance whatever. I cannot say that my partner viewed this matrimonial pro- ject with the disgust that I did. Perhaps he was a man of aiore liberal philosophy and wider views of human brotherhood ; at any rate, his residence in Africa gave him a taste not only for its people, habits, and superstitions, but he upheld practical amalgamation with more fervor and honesty than a regular abolitionist. Joseph was possessed by Africo-mania. He ad- mired the women, the men, the language, the cookery, the music. He would fall into philharmonic ecstasies over the discord of a bamboo tom-tom. I have reason to believe that even African barbarities had charms for the odd Englishman ; but he was chiefly won by the dolcefar niente of the natives, and the Oriental license of polygamy. In a word, Joseph had the same taste for a full-blooded cuffee, that an epicure has for the haut gout of a stale partridge, and was in ecstasies at my extrication. He neg lected his siestas and his accounts ; he wandered from house to house with the rapture of an impatient bridegroom ; and, till every thing was ready for the nuptial rites, no one at the factory had a moment's rest. As the bride's relations were eminent folks on the upper part of the river, they insisted that the marriage ceremony should be performed with all the honorable formalities due to the lady's rank. Esther, who acted as my mentor in every u country-ques- tion," suggested that it would be contrary to the Englishman's interest to ally himself with a family whose only motive was sor- did. She strongly urged that if he persisted in taking the girl, he should do so without a " colungee" or ceremonial feast. But Joseph was obstinate as a bull ; and as he doubted whether he 112 captain canot; or, would ever commit matrimony again, he insisted that the nup- tials should be celebrated with all the fashionable splendor of high life in Africa. When this was decided, it became necessary, by a fiction of etiquette, to ignore the previous offer of the bride, and to begin anew, as if the damsel were to be sought in the most deli- cate way by a desponding lover. She must be demanded for- mally, by the bridegroom from her reluctant mother ; and accord- ingly, the most respectable matron in our colony was chosen by Joseph from his colored acquaintances to be the bearer of his valentine. In the present instance, the selected Cupid was the principal wife of our native landlord, Ali-Ninpha ; and, as Afri- cans as well as Turks love by the pound, the dame happened to be one of the fattest, as well as most respectable, in our parish. Several female attaches were added to the suite of the ambassa- dress, who forthwith departed to make a proper " dantica." The gifts selected were of four kinds. First of all, two demi- johns of trade-ram were filled to gladden the community of Mon- go-Yungee's town. Next, a piece of blue cotton cloth, a musket, a keg of powder, and a demijohn of pure rum, were packed for papa. Thirdly, a youthful virgin dressed in a white " tonton- gee," ' a piece of white cotton cloth, a white basin, a white sheep, and a basket of white rice, were put up for mamma, in token of her daughter's purity. And, lastly, a German looking-glass, several bunches of beads, a coral necklace, a dozen of turkey-red hand- kerchiefs, and a spotless white country-cloth, were presented to the bride ; together with a decanter of white palm oil for the anointment of her ebony limbs after the bath, which is never neg- lected by African belles. While the missionary of love was absent, our sighing swain devoted his energies to the erection of a bridal palace ; and the task required just as many days as were employed in the crea- tion of the world. The building was finished by the aid of bam- 1 A tontongee is a strip of white cotton cloth, three inches wide and four feet long, used as a virgin African's only dress. It is wound round the limbs, and, hanging partly in front and partly behind, is supported from the maiden's waist by strands of showee-bcads. TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 113 boos, straw, and a modicum of mud ; and, as Joseph imagined that love and coolness were secured in such a climate by <" utter darkness, he provided an abundance of that commodity by omitting windows entirely. The furnishing of the domicil was completed with all the luxury of native taste. An elastic four- poster was constructed of bamboos ; some dashing crockery was set about the apartment for display ; a cotton quilt was cast over the matted couch ; an old trunk served for bureau and ward- robe ; and, as negresses adore looking glasses, the largest in our warehouse was nailed against the door, as the only illuminated part of the edifice. At last all was complete, and Joseph snapped his fingers with delight, when the corpulent dame waddled up asthmatically, and announced with a wheeze that her mission was prosperous. If there had ever been doubt, there was now no more. The oracu- lar "feitich" had announced that the delivery of the bride to her lord might take place " on the tenth day of the new moon." As the planet waxed from its slender sickle to the thicker quarter, the impatience of my Cockney waxed with it ; but, at length, the firing of muskets, the twang of horns, and the rattle of tom-toms, gave notice from the river that Coomba, the bride, was approaching the quay. Joseph and myself hastily donned our clean shirts, white trousers, and glistening pumps; and, under the shade of broad sombreros and umbrellas, proceeded to greet the damsel. Our fat friend, the matron ; Ali-Ninpba, her hus- band ; our servants, and a troop of village ragamuffins, accom- panied us to the water's brink, so that we were just in time to receive the five large canoes bearing the escort of the king and his daughter. Boat after boat disgorged its passengers ; but, to our dismay, they ranged themselves apart, and were evidently displeased. When the last canoe, decorated with flags, containing the bridal party, approached the strand, the chief of the escort signalled it to stop and forbade the landing. In a moment there was a general row — a row, conceivable only by residents of Africa, or those whose ears have been re- galed with the chattering of a u wilderness of monkeys." Our 114 captain canot; or, lusty factotum was astonished. The Cockney aspirated his It's with uncommon volubility. We hastened from one to the other to inquire the cause ; nor was it until near half an hour bad been wasted in palaver, that I found they considered themselves slighted, first of all because we had not fired a salvo in their honor, and secondly because we failed to spread mats from th'e beach to the house, upon which the bride might place her virgin feet without defilement ! These were indispensable formalities among the " upper ten ; " and the result was that Coomba could not land unless the etiquette were fulfilled. Here, then, was a sad dilemma. The guns could be fired in- stantly ; — but where, alas ! at a moment's notice, were we to obtain mats enough to carpet the five hundred yards of transit from the river to the house 1 The match must be broken off ! My crest-fallen cockney immediately began to exculpate him- self by pleading ignorance of the country's customs, — assuring the strangers that he had not the slightest inkling of the require- ment. Still, the stubborn " master of ceremonies " would not relax an iota of bis rigorous behests. At length, our bulky dame approached the master of the bridal party, and, squatting on her knees, confessed her neglect- ful fault. Then, for the first time, I saw a gleam of hope. Joseph improved the moment by alleging that he employed this lady patroness to conduct every thing in the sublimest style im- aginable, because it was presumed no one knew better than she all that was requisite for so admirable and virtuous a lady as Coomba. Inasmuch, however, as he had been disappointed by her unhappy error, he did not think the blow should fall on his shoulders. The negligent matron ought to pay the penalty ; and, as it was impossible now to procure the mats, she should forfeit the value of a slave to aid the merry-making, arid carry the bride on her back from the river to her home ! A clapping of hands and a quick murmur of assent ran through the crowd, telling me that tbe compromise was accepted. But the porterage was no sinecure for the delinquent elephant, who found it difficult at times to get along over African sands even without a burden. Still, no time was lost in further parley or TWENTY YEAKS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVEB. 115 remonstrance. The muskets and cannon were brought down and exploded ; the royal boat was brought to the landing ; father, mother, brothers, and relations were paraded on the strand ; tom- toms and horns were beaten and blown ; and, at last, the suffer- ing missionary waddled to the canoe to receive the veiled form of the slender bride. The process of removal was accompanied by much merriment. Our corpulent porter groaned as she " larded the lean earth" beneath her ponderous tread ; but, in due course of labor and patience, she sank with her charge on the bamboo couch of Master Joseph. As soon as the bearer and the burden were relieved from their fatigue, the maiden was brought to the door, and, as her long concealing veil of spotless cotton was unwrapped from head and limbs, a shout of admiration went up from the native crowd that followed us from the quay to the hovel. As Joseph re- ceived the hand of Coomba, he paid the princely fee of a slave to the matron. Coomba had certainly not numbered more than sixteen years, yet, in that burning region, the sex ripen long before their pallid sisters of the North. She belonged to the Soosoo tribe, but was descended from Mandingo ancestors, and I was particularly struck by the uncommon symmetry of her tapering limbs. Her fea- tures and head, though decidedly African, were not of that coarse and heavy cast that marks the lineaments of her race. The grain of her shining skin was as fine and polished as ebony. A melancholy languor subdued and deepened the blackness of her large eyes, while her small and even teeth gleamed with the bril- liant purity of snow. Her mouth was rosy and even delicate ; and, indeed, had not her ankles, feet, and wool, manifested the unfortunate types of her kindred, Coomba, the daughter of Mongo- Yungee, might have passed for a chef tfczuvrc in black marble. The scant dress of the damsel enabled me to be so minute in this catalogue of her charms ; and, in truth, had I not inspected them closely, I would have violated matrimonial etiquette as much as if I failed to admire the trousseau and gifts of a bride 116 captain canot; or, at home. Coomba's costume was as innocently primitive as Eve's after the expulsion. Like all maidens of her country, she had beads round her ankles, beads round her waist, beads round her neck, while an abundance of bracelets hooped her arms from wrist to elbow. The white tontongee still girdled her loins ; but Coomba's climate was her mantuamaker, and indicated more necessity for ornament than drapery. Accordingly, Coomba was obedient to Nature, and troubled herself very little about a sup- ply of useless garments, to load the presses and vex the purse of her bridegroom. As soon as the process of unveiling was over, and time had been allowed the spectators to behold the damsel, her mother led her gently to the fat ambassadress, who, with her companions, bore the girl to a bath for ablution, anointment, and per- fuming. While Coomba underwent this ceremony at the hands of our matron, flocks of sable dames entered the apartment ; and, as they withdrew, shook hands with her mother, in token of the maiden's purity, and with the groom in compliment to his luck. As soon as the bath and oiling were over, six girls issued from the hut, bearing the glistening bride on a snow-white sheet to the home of her spouse. The transfer was soon completed, and the burden deposited on the nuptial bed. The dwelling was then closed and put in charge of sentinels ; when the plump plenipotentiary approached the Anglo-Saxon, and handing him the scant fragments of the bridal dress, pointed to the door, and, in a loud voice, exclaimed : " White man, this authorizes you to take possession of your wife ! " It may naturally be supposed that our radiant cockney was somewhat embarrassed by so public a display of matrimonial happiness, at six o'clock in the afternoon, on the thirtieth day of a sweltering June. Joseph could not help looking at me with a blush and a laugh, as he saw the eyes of the whole crowd fixed on his movements ; but, nerving himself like a man, he made a profound salaam to the admiring multitude, and shaking my hand with a convulsive grip, plunged into the darkness of his abode. A long pole was forthwith planted before the door, and TWENTY TEARS OF AN AFIUCAN SLAVER. 117 a slender strip of white cotton, about the size of a " tontongee" was hoisted in token of privacy, and floated from the staff like a pennant, giving notice that the commodore is aboard. No sooner were these rites over, than the house was sur- rounded by a swarm of women from the adjacent villages, whose incessant songs, screams, chatter, and tomtom beatings, drowned every mortal sound. Meanwhile, the men of the party — whose merriment around an enormous bonfire was augmented by abun- dance of liquor and provisions — amused themselves in dancing, shouting, yelling, and discharging muskets in honor of the nup- tials. Such was the ceaseless serenade that drove peace from the lovers' pillow during the whole of that memorable night. At dawn, the corpulent matron again appeared from among the wild and reeling crowd, and concluding her functions by some mysterious ceremonies, led forth the lank groom from the dark cavity of his hot and sleepless oven, looking more like a bewil- dered wretch rescued from drowning, than a radiant lover fresh from his charmer. In due time, the bride also was brought forth by the matrons for the bath, where she was anointed from head to foot with a vegetable butter, — whose odor is probably more agreeable to Africans than Americans, — and fed with a bowl of broth made from a young and tender pullet. The marriage fetes lasted three days, after which I insisted that Joseph should give up nonsense for business, and sobered his ecstasies by handing him a wedding-bill for five hundred and fifty dollars. There is hardly a doubt that he considered Coomba very dear, if not absolutely adorable ! 118 CAPTAIN canot; or, [CHAPTER XIV. I am sorry to say that my colleague's honeymoon did not last long, although it was not interrupted by domestic discord. One of his malicious Sierra Leone creditors, who had not been dealt with quite as liberally as the rest, called on the colonial gover- nor of that British establishment, and alleged that a certain Edward Joseph, an Englishman, owned a factory on the Rio Pongo, in company with a Spaniard, and was engaged in the slave trade ! At this the British lion, of course, growled in his African cage, and bestirred himself to punish the recreant cub. An ex- pedition was forthwith fitted out to descend upon our little estab- lishment; and, in all likelihood, the design would have been executed, had not our friendly Israelite in Sierra Leone sent us timely warning. No sooner did the news arrive than Joseph embarked in a slaver, and, packing up his valuables, together with sixty negroes, fled from Africa. His disconsolate bride was left to return to her parents. As the hostile visit from the British colony was hourly ex- pected, I did not tarry long in putting a new face on Kambia. Fresh books were made out in my name exclusively ; their dates were carefully suited to meet all inquiries ; and the townspeople TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. I 19 were prepared to answer impertinent questions ; so that, when Lieutenant Findlay, of Her Britannic Majesty's naval service, made his appearance in the river, with three boats bearing the cross of St, George, no man in the settlement was less anxious than Don Teodore, the Spaniard. When the lieutenant handed me an order from the governor of Sierra Leone and its dependencies, authorizing him to burn or destroy the property of Joseph, as well as to arrest that person- age lumself, I regretted that I was unable to facilitate his patri- otic projects, inasmuch as the felon was afloat on saltwater, while all his property had long before been conveyed to me by a reg- ular bill of sale. In proof of my assertions, I produced the in- strument and the books ; and when I brought in our African landlord to sustain me in every particular, the worthy lieutenant was forced to relinquish his hostility and accept an invitation to dinner. His conduct during the whole investigation was that of a gentleman ; which, I am sorry to say, was not always the case with his professional countrymen. During the rainy season, which begins in June and lasts till October, the stores of provisions in establishments along the Atlantic coast often become sadly impaired. The Foulah and Mandingo tribes of the interior are prevented by the swollen condition of intervening streams from visiting the beach with their produce. In these straits, the factories have recourse by canoes to the smaller rivers, which are neither entered by sea- going vessels, nor blockaded for the caravans of interior chiefs. Among the tribes or clans visited by me in such seasons, I do not remember any whose intercourse afforded more pleasure or exhibited nobler traits, than the Bagers, who dwell on the solitary margins of these shallow rivulets, and subsist by boiling salt in the dry season and making palm oil in the wet. I have never read an account of these worthy blacks, whose civility, kindness, and honesty will compare favorably with those of more civilized people. The Bagers live very much apart from the great African tribes, and keep up their race by intermarriage. The language 120 CAPTAIN CANOTj OE, is peculiar, and altogether devoid of that Italian softness that makes the Soosoo so musical. Having a week or two of perfect leisure, I determined to set out in a canoe to visit one of these establishments, especially as no intelligence had reached me for some time from one of my country traders who had been dispatched thither with an invoice of goods to purchase palm oil. My canoe was comfortably fitted with a water-proof awning, and provisioned for a week. A tedious pull along the coast and through the dangerous surf, brought us to the narrow creek through whose marshy mesh of mangroves we squeezed our canoe to the bank. Even after landing, we waded a considerable distance through marsh before we reached the solid land. The Bager town stood some hundred yards from the landing, at the end of a desolate savanna, whose lonely waste spread as far as the eye could reach. The village itself seemed quite deserted, so that I had difficulty in finding " the oldest inhabitant," who invariably stays at home and acts the part of chieftain. This venerable personage wel- comed me with great cordiality ; and, having made my dantica, or, in other words, declared the purpose of my visit, I desired to be shown the trader's house. The patriarch led me at once to a hut, whose miserable thatch was supported by four posts. Here I recognized a large chest, a rum cask, and the grass hammock of my agent. I was rather exasperated to find my property thus neglected and exposed, and began venting my wrath in no seemly terms on the delinquent clerk, when my conductor laid his hand gently on my sleeve, and said there was no need to blame him. t This," continued he, "is his house ; here your property is shel- tered from sun and rain ; and, among the Bagers, whenever your goods are protected from the elements, they are safe from every danger. Your man has gone across the plain to a neighboring town for oil ; to-night he will be back ; — in the mean time, look at your goods ! " I opened the chest, which, to my surprise, was unlocked, and found it nearly full of the merchandise I had placed in it. I shook the cask, and its weight seemed hardly diminished. I turned the spiggot, and lo ! the rum trickled on my feet. TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVEK. 121 Hard-by was a temporary shed, filled to the roof with hides and casks of palm oil, all of which, the gray-beard declared was my property. Whilst making this inspection, I have no doubt the expres- sion of my face indicated a good deal of wonder, for I saw the old man smile complacently as he followed me with his quiet eye. " Good ! " said the chief, " it is all there,— is it not ? We Bagers are neither Soosoos, Mandiugoes, Foulahs, nor White- men, that the goods of a stranger are not safe in our towns ! We work for a living ; we want little ; big ships never come to us, and we neither steal from our guests nor go to war to sell one another ! " The conversation, I thought, was becoming a little personal ; and, with a gesture of impatience, I put a stop to it. On second thoughts, however, I turned abruptly round, and shaking the noble savage's hand with a vigor that made him wince, presented him with a piece of cloth. Had Diogenes visited Africa in search of his man, it is by no means unlikely that he might have extinguished his lamp among the Bagers ! It was about two o'clock in the afternoon when I arrived in the town, which, as I before observed, seemed quite deserted, except by a dozen or two ebony antiquities, who crawled into the sunshine when they learned the advent of a stranger. The young people were absent gathering palm nuts in a neighbor- ing grove. A couple of hours before sundown, my trader re- turned ; and, shortly after, the merry gang of villagers made their appearance, laughing, singing, dancing, and laden with fruit. As soon as the gossips announced the arrival of a white man during their absence, the little hut that had been hospitably assigned me was surrounded by a crowd, five or six deep, of men, women, and children. The pressure was so close and sudden that I was almost stifled. Finding they would not depart until I made myself visible, I emerged from concealment and shook hands with nearly all. The women, in particular, insisted on gratifying themselves with a sumboo or smell at my face,— which 6 122 captain canot; or, is the native's kiss, — and folded their long black arms in an embrace of my neck, threatening peril to my shirt with their oiled and dusty flesh. However, I noticed so much bon- hommie among the happy crew that my heart would not allow me to repulse them ; so I kissed the youngest and shunned the crones. In token of my good-will, I led a dozen or more of the prettiest to the rum-barrel, and made them happy for the night. When the townsfolks had comfortably nestled themselves in their hovels, the old chief, with a show of some formality, pre- sented me a heavy ram-goat, distinguished for its formidable head-ornaments, which, he said, was offered as a bonneboucke, for my supper. He then sent a crier through the town, informing the women that a white stranger would be their guest during the night ; and, in less than half an hour, my hut was visited by most of the village dames and damsels. One brought a pint of rice ; another some roots of cassava ; another, a few spoon- fuls of palm oil ; another a bunch of peppers ; while the oldest lady of the party made herself particularly remarkable by the gift of a splendid fowl. In fact, the crier had hardly gone his rounds, before my mat was filled with the voluntary contributions of the villagers ; and the wants, not only of myself but of my eight rowers, completely supplied. There was nothing peculiar in this exhibition of hospitality, on account of my nationality. It was the mere fulfilment of a Bager law ; and the poorest black stranger would have shared the rite as well as myself. I could not help thinking that I might have travelled from one end of England or America to the other, without meeting a Bager welcome. Indeed, it seemed somewhat questionable, whether it were better for the English to civilize Africa, or for the Bagers to send missionaries to their brethren in Britain ! These reflections, however, did not spoil my appetite, for I confess a feeling of unusual content and relish when the patriarch sat down with me before the covered bowls prepared for our sup- per. But, alas ! for human hopes and tastes ! As I lifted the lid from the vessel containing the steaming stew, its powerful TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 123 fragrance announced the remains of that venerable quadruped with which I had been welcomed. It was probably not quite in etiquette among the Bagers to decline the stew, yet, had starva- tion depended on it, I could not have touched a morsel. Ac- cordingly, I forbore the mess and made free with the rice, sea- soning it well with salt and peppers. But my amiable landlord was resolved that I should not go to rest with such penitential fare, and ordered one of his wives to bring her supper to my lodge. A taste of the dish satisfied me that it was edible, though intensely peppered. I ate with the appetite of an alder- man, nor was it till two days after that my trader informed me I had supped so heartily on the spareribs of an alligator ! It was well that the hours of digestion had gone by, for though partial to the chase, I had never loved " wa^er fowl " of so wild a character. When supper was over, I escaped from the hut to breathe a little fresh air before retiring for the night. Hardly had I put my head outside when I found myself literally inhaling the mos- quitoes that swarmed at nightfall over these marshy flats. 1 took it for granted that there was to be no rest for me in dark- ness among the Bagers ; but, when I mentioned my trouble to the chief, he told me that another hut had already been provided for my sleeping quarters, where my bed was made of certain green and odorous leaves which are antidotes to mosquitoes. After a little more chat, he offered to guide me to the hovel, a low, thickly matted bower, through whose single aperture I crawled on hands and knees. As soon as I was in, the entrance was closed, and although I felt very much as if packed in my grave, I slept an unbroken sleep till day dawn.* * These Bagers are remarkable for their honesty, as I was convinced by several anecdotes related, during my stay in this village, by my trading clerk. He took me to a neighboring lemon-tree, and exhibited an English brass steelyard hanging on its branches, which had been left there by a mulatto merchant from Sierra Leone, who died in the town on a trading trip. This article, with a chest half full of goods, deposited in the " pala- ver house," had been kept securely more than twelve years in expectation that some of his friends would send for them from the colony. The Bagers, 124 captain canot; or, My return to the Rio Pongo was attended with consider- able danger, yet I did not regret the trial of my spirit, as it enabled me to see a phase of African character which otherwise might have been missed. After passing two days among the Bagers, I departed once more in my canoe, impelled by the stout muscles of the Kroo- men. The breeze freshened as we passed from the river's mouth across the boiling surf of the bar, but, when we got fairly to sea, I found the Atlantic so vexed by the rising gale, that, in spite of waterproof awning and diligent bailing, we were several times near destruction. Still, I had great confidence in the native boatmen, whose skill in their skiffs is quite as great as their dexterity when naked in the water. I had often witnessed their agility as they escaped from capsized boats on the surf of our bar ; and often had I rewarded them with a dram, when they came, as from a frolic, dripping and laughing to the beach. When night began to fall around us the storm increased, and I was told, have no jujus, feitiches, or gregrees; — they worship no god or evil spirit ; — their dead are buried without tears or ceremony; — and their hereafter is eternal oblivion. The males of this tribe are of middling size and deep black color; broad shouldered, but neither brave nor warlike. They keep aloof from other tribes, and by a Fullah law, are protected from foreign violence in con sequence of their occupation as salt-makers, which is regarded by the in- terior natives as one of the most useful trades. Their fondness for palm oil and the little work they are compelled to perform, make them general- ly indolent. Their dress is a single handkerchief, or a strip of country cloth four or five inches wide, most carefully put on. The young women have none of the sylphlike appearance of the Man- dingoes or Soosoos. They work hard and use palm oil plentifully both in- ternally and externally, so that their relaxed flesh is bloated like blubbei . Both sexes shave their heads, and adorn their noses and lower lips with rings, while they penetrate their ears with porcupine quills or sticks. They neither sell nor buy each other, though they acquire children of both sexes from other tribes, and adopt them into their own, or dispose of them if not suitable. Their avails of work are commonly divided ; so the Bagers may be said to resemble the Mormons in polygamy, the Fourierites in com- munity, but to exceed both in honesty ! I am sorry that their nobler characteristics have so few imitators among the other tribes of Africa. TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 125 I could detect, by the low chatter and anxious looks of the rowers, that they were alarmed. As far as my eye reached landward, I could descry nothing but a continuous reef on which the chafed sea was dashing furiously in columns of the densest spray. Of course I felt that it was not my duty, nor would it be prudent, to undertake the guidance of the canoe in such cir- cumstances. Yet, I confess that a shudder ran through my nerves when I saw my "head-man " suddenly change our course and steer the skiff directly towards the rocks. On she bounded like a racer. The sea through which they urged her foamed like a caldron with the rebounding surf. Nothing but wave-lashed rock was before us. At last I could detect a narrow gap in the iron wall, which was filled with surges in the heaviest swells. We approached it, and paused at the distance of fifty feet. A wave had just burst through the chasm like a storming army. We waited for the succeeding lull. All hands laid still, — not a word was spoken or paddle dipped. Then came the next enor- mous swell under our stern ; — the oars flew like lightning ; — the canoe rose as a feather on the crest of the surf; — in a moment she shot through the cleft and reposed in smooth water near the shore. As we sped through the gap, I might have touched the rocks on both sides with my extended arms ! Such is the skill and daring of Kroomen. 126 CAPTAIN OANOT : OR CHAPTER XV. When the rains began to slacken, a petty caravan now and then straggled towards the coast ; but, as I was only a new-comer in the region, and not possessed of abundant means, I enjoyed a slender share of the trade. Still I consoled myself with the hope of better luck in the dry season. In the mean time, however, I not only heard of Joseph's safe arrival at Matanzas, but received a clerk whom he dispatched to dwell in Kambia while I visited the interior. Moreover, I built a boat, and sent her to Sierra Leone with a cargo of palm oil, to be exchanged for British goods ; and, finally, during my perfect leisure, I went to work with diligence to study the trade in which fortune seemed to have cast my lot. It would be a task of many pages if I attempted to give a full account of the origin and causes of slavery in Africa. As a national institution, it seems to have existed always. Africans have been bondsmen every where : and the oldest monuments bear their images linked with menial toils and absolute servitude. Still, I have no hesitation in saying, that three fourths of the slaves sent abroad from Africa are the fruit of native wars, fomented by the avarice and temptation of our own race. I cannot exculpate any commercial nation from this sweeping censure. We stimulate the negro's passions by the introduction of wants and fancies never dreamed of by the simple native, TWENTY YEARS OV AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 127 while slavery was an institution of domestio need and comfort alone. But what was once a luxury has now ripened into an absolute necessity ; so that man, in truth, has become the coin of Africa, and tJtc " legal tender " of a brutal trade. England, to-day, with all her philanthropy, sends, under the cross of St. George, to convenient magazines of lawful commerce on the coast, her Birmingham muskets, Manchester cottons, and Liverpool lead, all of which are righteously swapped at Sierra Leone, Acra, and on the Gold coast, for Spanish or Brazilian bills on London. Yet, what British merchant does not know the traffic on which those bills are founded, and for whose sup- port his wares are purchased ? France, with her bonnet rouge and fraternity, dispatches her Rouen cottons, Marseilles brandies, flimsy taffetas, and indescribable variety of tinsel gewgaws. Philosophic Germany demands a slice for her looking-glasses and beads ; while multitudes of our own worthy traders, who would hang a slaver as a pirate when caught, do not hesitate to supply him indirectly with tobacco, powder, cotton, Yankee rum, and New England notions, in order to bait the trap in which he may be caught ' It is the temptation of these things, I repeat, that feeds the slave-making wars of Africa, and forms the human basis of those admirable bills of exchange. I did not intend to write a homily on Ethiopian commerce when I begun this chapter ; but, on reviewing the substantial motives of the traffic, I could not escape a statement which tells its own tale, and is as unquestionable as the facts of verified his- tory. Such, then, may be said to be the predominating influence that supports the African slave trade ; yet, if commerce of all kinds were forbidden with that continent, the customs and laws of the natives would still encourage slavery as a domestic affair, though, of course, in a very modified degree. The rancorous family quarrels among tribes and parts of tribes, will always promote conflicts that resemble the forays of our feudal an- cestors, while the captives made therein will invariably become serfs. Besides this, the financial genius of Africa, instead of devising 128 captain canot; or, bank notes or the precious metals as a circulating medium, has from time immemorial, declared that a human creature, — the true representative and embodiment of labor, — is the most valuable article on earth. A man, therefore, becomes the standard of prices. A slave is a note of hand, that may be discounted or pawned ; he is a bill of exchange that carries himself to his desti- nation and pays a debt bodily ; he is a tax that walks corporeally into the chieftain's treasury. Thus, slavery is not likely to be surrendered by the negroes themselves as a national institution. Their social interests will continue to maintain hereditary bon- dage ; they will send the felon and the captive to foreign barra- coons ; and they will sentence to domestic servitude the orphans of culprits, disorderly children, gamblers, witches, vagrants, cripples, insolvents, the deaf, the mute, the barren, and the faithless. Five-sixths of the population is in chains. 1 To facilitate the sale of these various unfortunates or male- factors, there exists among the Africans a numerous class of bro- kers, who are as skilful in their traffic as the jockeys of civilized lands. These adroit scoundrels rove the country in search of objects to suit different patrons. They supply the body-guard of princes ; procure especial tribes for personal attendants ; furnish laborers for farms ; fill the harems of debauchees ; pay or collect debts in flesh ; and in cases of emergency take the place of bailiffs, to kidnap under the name of sequestration. If a native king lacks cloth, arms, powder, balls, tobacco, rum, or salt, and does not trade personally with the factories on the beach, he employs one of these dexterous gentry to effect the barter ; and thus both British cotton and Yankee rum ascend the rivers from the second hands into which they have passed, while the slave approaches the coast to become the ebony basis of a bill of ex- change ! It has sometimes struck me as odd, how the extremes of so- ciety almost meet on similar 'principles ; and how m\ich some African short-comings resemble the conceded civilizations of other lands ! 1 Dr. Lugenbeel's "Sketches of Liberia.": 1853. p. 45, 2d ed. TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 129 CHAPTER XVI. The month of November, 1827, brought the wished-for "dry season ; " and with it came a message from the leader of a cara- van, that, at the fall of the moon, he would halt in my village with all the produce he could impress. The runner represented his master as bearing a missive from his beloved nephew Amah- de-Bellah, and declared that he only lingered on the path to swell his caravan for the profit of my coffers. I did not let the day pass before I sent an interpreter to greet my promised guest with suitable presents ; while I took advan- tage of his delay to build a neat cottage for his reception, inas- much as no Fullah Mahometan will abide beneath the same roof with an infidel. I furnished the establishment, according to their taste, with green hides and several fresh mats. True to his word, Mami-de-Yong made known his arrival in my neighborhood on the day when the planet attained its full diameter. The moment the pious Mussulman, from the high hills in the rear of my settlement, espied the river winding to the sea, he turned to the east, and raising his arms to heaven, and extending them towards Mecca, gave thanks for his safe arrival on the beach. After repeated genuflections, in which the earth was touched by his prostrate forehead, he arose, and taking the path towards Kambia, struck up a loud chant in honor of the prophet in which he was joined by the interminable pro- cession. 6* 130 captain canot; or, It was quite an imposing sight — this Oriental parade and barbaric pomp. My native landlord, proud of the occasion, as well as of his Mahometan progenitors, joined in the display. As the train approached my establishment, I ordered repeated salutes in honor of the stranger, and as I had no minstrels or music to Welcome the Fullah, I commanded my master of ceremonies to conceal the deficiency by plenty of smoke and a dozen more rounds of rattling musketry. This was the first caravan and the first leader of absolutely royal pretensions that visited my settlement; so I lined my piazza with mats, put a body-guard under arms behind me, deco- rated the front with fancy flags, and opposite the stool where I took my seat, caused a pure white sheepskin of finest wool to be spread for the accommodation of the noble savage. Ad- vancing to the steps of my dwelling, I stood uncovered as the Fullah approached and tendered me a silver-mounted gazelle- horn snuff-box — the credential by which Amah-de-Bellah had agreed to certify the mission. Receiving the token with a salaam x I carried it reverently to my forehead, and passed it to Ali- Ninpha, who, on this occasion, played the part of my scribe. The ceremony over, we took him by the hands and led him to his allotted sheepskin, while, with a bow, I returned to my stool. According to " country custom," Mami-de-Yong then began the dantica, or exposition of purposes, first of all invoking Allah to witness his honor and sincerity. " Not only," said the Mussulman, " am I the bearer of a greeting from my dear nephew Amah-de-Bellah, but I am an envoy from my royal mas- ter the Ali-mami, of Footha-Yallon, who, at his son's desire, has sent me with an escort to conduct you on your promised visit to Timbo. During your absence, my lord has commanded us to dwell in your stead at Kambia, so that your property may be safe from the Mulatto Mongo of Bangalang, whose malice towards your person has been heard of even among our distant hills!" The latter portion of this message somewhat surprised me, for though my relations with Mongo John were by no means amicable, I did not imagine that the story of our rupture had spread so far, or been received with so much sympathy. TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 131 Accordingly, when Mami-de-Yong finished his message, I ap- proached him with thanks for his master's interest in my wel- fare ; and, placing Amah-de-Bellah's Koran — which I had pre- viously wrapped in a white napkin — in his hands, as a token of the nephew's friendship, I retired once more to my seat. As soon as the holy book appeared from the folds, Mami-de-Yong drew a breath of surprise, and striking his breast, fell on his knees with his head on the ground, where he remained for seve- ral minutes apparently in rapt devotion. As he rose — his fore- head sprinkled with dust, and his eyes sparkling with tears — he opened the volume, and pointed out to me and his people his own handwriting, which he translated to signify that " Mami-de- Yong gave this word of God to Amah-de-Bellah, his kinsman." At the reading of the sentence, all the Fullahs shouted, " Glory to Allah and Mahomet his Prophet ! " Then, coming forward again to the chief, I laid my hand on the Koran, and swore by the help of God, to accept the invitation of the great king of Footha-Yallon. This terminated the ceremonial reception, after which I has- tened to conduct Mami-de-Yong to his quarters, where I pre- sented him with a sparkling new kettle and an inkstand, letting him understand, moreover, I was specially anxious to know that all the wants of his attendants in the caravan were completely satisfied. Next morning early, I remembered the joy of his nephew Amah-de-Bellah, when I first treated him to coffee; and deter- mined to welcome the chief, as soon as he came forth from his ablutions to prayers, with a cup distilled from the fragrant berry. I could not have hit upon a luxury more gratifying to the old gentleman. Thirty years before had he drank it in Timbuctoo, where it is used, he said, by the Moses-people (meaning the He- brews), with milk and honey ; and its delicous aroma brought the well-remembered taste to his lips ere they touched the sable fluid. Long before Mami-de-Yong's arrival, his fame as a learned " book-man " and extensive traveller preceded him, so that when he mentioned his travel to Timbuctoo, I begged him to give me some account of that " capital of capitals," as the Africans call 132 CAPTAIN canot; or, it. The royal messenger promised to comply as soon as he fin- ished the morning lessons of the caravan's children. His quar- ters were filled with a dozen or more of young Fullahs and Mandingoes squatted around a fire, while the prince sat apart in a corner with inkstand, writing reeds, and a pile of old manu- scripts. Ali-Ninpha, our backsliding Mahometan, stood by, pre- tending devoted attention to Mami's precepts and the Prophet's verses. The sinner was a scrupulous follower in the presence of the faithful; but when their backs were turned, I know few who relished a porker more lusciously, or avoided water with more scrupulous care. Yet why should I scoff at poor Ali ? Jo- seph and I had done our best to civilize him ! Mami-de-Yong apologized for the completion of his daily task in my presence, and went on with his instruction, while the pupils wrote down notes, on wooden slabs, with reeds and a fluid made of powder dissolved in water. I am sorry to say that these Ethiopian Mahometans are but poor scholars. Their entire instruction amounts to little more than the Koran, and when they happen to write or receive a letter, its interpretation is a matter over which many an hour is toilsomely spent. Mami-de-Yong, however, was superior to most of his countrymen ; and, in fact, I must record him in my nar- rative as the most erudite Negro I ever encountered. HIS TRIP TO TIMBUCTOO. True to his promise, the envoy came to my piazza, as soon as school was over, and squatting sociably on our mats and sheep- skins, with a plentiful supply of pipes and tobacco, we formed as pleasant a little party as was assembled that day on the banks of the Rio Pongo. Ali-Ninpha acted as interpreter, having pre- pared himself for the long-winded task by a preliminary dram from my private locker, out of sight of the noble Mahometan. Invoking the Lord's name, — as is usual among Mussulmen, — Mami-de-Yong took a long whiff at his pipe, and, receiving from his servant a small bag of fine sand, spread it smoothly on the floor, leaving the mass about a quarter of an inch in TWENTY TEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 133 thickness. This was his blackboard, designed to serve for the delineation of his journey. On the westernmost margin of his sand, he dotted a point with his finger for the starting at Timbo. As he proceeded with his track over Africa towards the grand capital, he marked the outlines of the principal terri- tories, and spotted the remarkable towns through which he passed. By a thick or thin line, he denoted the large rivers and small streams that intercepted his path, while he heaved up the sand into heaps to represent a mountain, or smoothed it into per- fect levels to imitate the broad prairies and savannas of the in- terior. When he came to a dense forest, his snuff-box was called in requisition, and a pinch or two judiciously sprinkled, stood for the monarchs of the wood. Like all Oriental story-tellers, Mami proved rather prolix. ■His tale was nearly as long as his travel. He insisted on de- scribing his reception at every village. At each river he had his story of difficulty and danger in constructing rafts or building bridges. He counted the minutes he lost in awaiting the diminu- tion of floods. Anon, he would catalogue the various fish with which a famous river teemed; and, when he got fairly into the woods, there was no end of adventures and hairbreadth escapes from alligators, elephants, anacondas, vipers, and the fatal tape snake, whose bite is certain death. In the mountains he encoun- tered wolves, wild-asses, hyaenas, zebras, and eagles. In fact, the whole morning glided away with a geographical, zoological, and statistical overture to his tour ; so that, when the hour of prayer and ablution arrived, Mami-de-Yong had not yet reached Timbuctoo ! The double rite of cleanliness and faith required him to pause in his narrative; and, apologizing for the interruption, he left a slave to guard the map while he retired to perform his religious services. When the noble Fullah got back, I had a nice lunch prepared on a napkin in the neighborhood of his diagram, so that he could munch his biscuits and sugar without halting on his path. Before he began, however, I took the liberty to offer a hint about the precious value of time in this brief life of ours, whilst I asked a question or two about the " capital of capitals," to indicate 134 CAPTAIN canot; or, my eagerness to enter the walls of Timbuctoo. Mami-de-Yongj who was a man of tact as well as humor, smiled at my insinua tion, and apologizing like a Christian for the natural tediousness of all old travellers, skipped a degree or two of the wilderness, and at once stuck his buffalo-horn snuff-box into the eastern margin of the sand, to indicate that he was at his journey's end. Mami had visited many of the European colonies and Moor- ish kingdoms on the north coast of Africa, so that he enjoyed the advantage of comparison, and, of course, was not stupefied by the un travelled ignorance of Africans who consider Timbuctoo a combination of Paris and paradise. Indeed, he did not pre- sume, like most of the Mandingo chiefs, to prefer it to Senegal or Sierra Leone. He confessed that the royal palace was nothing but a vast inclosure of mud walls, built without taste or sym- metry, within whose labyrinthine mesh there were numerous buildings for the wives, children, and kindred of the sovereign. If the royal palace of Timbuctoo was of such a character, — " What," said he, " were the dwellings of nobles and towns- folk ? " The streets were paths ; — the stores were shops ; — the suburb of an European colony was superior to their best display ! The markets of Timbuctoo, alone, secured his admiration. Every week they were thronged with traders, dealers, peddlers and merchants, who either dwelt in the neighboring kingdoms, or came from afar with slaves and produce. Moors and Israelites, from the northeast, were the most eminent and opulent mer- chants ; and among them he counted a travelling class, crowned with peculiar turbans, whom he called " Joseph's-people," or, in all likelihood, Armenians. The prince had no mercy on the government of this influen- tial realm. Strangers, he said, were watched and taxed. In- deed, he spoke of it with the peculiar love that we would suppose a Hungarian might bear towards Austria, or a Milanese to the inquisitorial powers of Lombardy. In fact, I found that, despite of its architectural meanness, Timbuctoo was a great central mart for exchange, and that commercial men as well as the innumerable petty kings, frequented it not only for the abundant mineral salt in its vicinity, but because they could ex- TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 135 change their slaves for foreign merchandise. I asked the Ful- lah why he preferred the markets of Timbuctoo to the well-stock- ed stores of regular European settlements on a coast which was reached with so much more ease than this core of Africa? " Ah ! " said the astute trafficker, " no market is a good one for the genuine African, in which he cannot openly exchange his blacks for whatever the original owner or importer can sell with- out fear ! Slaves, Don Teodore, are our money ! " The answer solved in my mind one of the political problems in the question of African civilization, which I shall probably de- velope in the course of this narrative. 136 CAPTAIN canot: or, CHAPTER XVII. Having completed the mercantile negotiations of the caravan, and made my personal arrangements for a protracted absence, I put the noble Fullah in charge of my establishment, with special charges to my retainers, clerks, runners, and villagers, to regard the Mami as my second self. I thought it well, moreover, be- fore I plunged into the wilderness, — leaving my worldly goods and worldly prospects in charge of a Mussulman stranger,' — to row down to Bangalang for a parting chat with Mongo John, in which I might sound the veteran as to his feeling and projects. Ormond was in trouble as soon as I appeared. He was willing enough that I might perish by treachery on the road side, yet he he was extremely reluctant that I should penetrate Africa and make alliances which should give me superiority over the mono- polists of the beach. I saw these things passing through his jeal- ous heart as we talked together with uncordial civility. At part- ing I told the Mongo, for the first time, that I was sure my es- tablishment would not go to decay or suffer harm in my absence, inasmuch as that powerful Fullah, the Ali-Mami of Footha-Yallon had deputed a lieutenant to watch Kamba while I travelled, and that he would occupy my village with his chosen warriors. The mulatto started with surprise as I finished, and abruptly left the apartment in silence. I slept well that night, notwithstanding the Mongo's dis- pleasure. My confidence in the Fullah was perfect. Stranger TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 137 as he was, I had an instinctive reliance on his protection of my home, and his guardianship of my person through the wilder- ness. At day-dawn I was up. It was a fresh and glorious morning. As nature awoke in the woods of that primitive world, the mists stole off from the surface of the water; and, as the first rajs shot through the glistening dew of the prodigious vegetation, a thousand birds sent forth their songs as if to welcome me into their realm of unknown paths. After a hearty breakfast my Spanish clerk was furnished with minute instructions in writing, and, at the last moment, I pre- sented the Fullah chief to my people as a temporary master to whom they were to pay implicit obedience for his generous protection. By ten o'clock, my caravan was in motion. It con- sisted of thirty individuals deputed by Amah-de-Bellah, headed by one of his relations as captain. Ten of my own servants were assigned to carry J>aggage, merchandise, and provisions ; while Ali-Ninpha, two interpreters, my body servant, a waiter, and a hunter, composed my immediate guard. In all, there were about forty-five persons. When we were starting, Mami-de-Yong approached to " snap fingers," and put in my hands a verse of the Koran in his mas- ter's handwriting, — " hospitality to the wearied stranger is the road to heaven," — which was to serve me as a passport among all good Mahometans. If I had time, no doubt I would have thought how much more Christian this document was than the formal paper with which we are fortified by " foreign offices " and " state departments," when we go abroad from civilized lands; — but, before I could summon so much sentiment, the Fullah chief stooped to the earth, and filling his hands with dust, sprinkled it over our heads, in token of a prosperous journey. Then, prostrating himself with his head on the ground, he bade us " go our way ! " I believe I have already said that even the best of African roads are no better than goat-paths, and barely sufficient for the passage of a single traveller. Accordingly, our train marched off in single file. Two men, cutlass in hand, armed, besides, with 138 captain canot; ok, loaded muskets, went in advance not only to scour the way and warn us of danger, but to cut the branches and briers that soon impede an untravelled path in this prolific land. They marched within hail of the caravan, and shouted whenever we approached bee-trees, ant-hills, hornet-nests, reptiles, or any of the Ethiopian perils that are unheard of in our American forests. Behind these pioneers, came the porters with food and luggage ; the cen- tre of the caravan was made up of women, children, guards, and followers ; while the rear was commanded by myself and the chiefs, who, whips in hand, found it sometimes beneficial to stimulate the steps of stragglers. As we crossed the neighbor- ing Soosoo towns, our imposing train was saluted with discharges of musketry, while crowds of women and children followed their " cupy" or " white-man," to bid him farewell on the border of the settlement. For a day or two our road passed through a rolling country, interspersed with forests, cultivated fields, and African villages, in which we were welcomed by the generous chiefs with bugnees, or trifling gifts, in token of amity. Used to the scant exercise of a lazy dweller on the coast, whose migrations are confined to a journey from his house to the landing, and from the landing to his house, it required some time to habituate me once more to walking. By degrees, however, I overcame the foot-sore weari- ness that wrapped me in perfect lassitude when I sank into my hammock on the first night of travel. However, as we became bet- ter acquainted with each other and with wood-life, we tripped along merrily in the shadowy silence of the forest, — singing, jesting, and praising Allah. Even the slaves were relaxed into familiar- ity never permitted in the towns ; while masters would sometimes be seen relieving the servants by bearing their burdens. At night- fall the women brought water, cooked food, and distributed ra- tions ; so that, after four days pleasant wayfaring in a gentle trot, our dusty caravan halted at sunset before the closed gates of a fortified town belonging to Ibrahim Ali, the Mandingo chief of Kya. It was some time before our shouts and beating on the gates aroused the watchman to answer our appeal, for it was the hour TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 139 of prayer, and Ibrahim was at his devotions. At last, pestered by their dalliance, I fired my double-barrelled gun, whose loud report I knew was more likely to reach the ear of a praying Mussulman. I did not reckon improperly, for hardly had the echoes died away before the great war-drum of the town was rat- tled, while a voice from a loophole demanded our business. I left the negotiation for our entry to the Fullah chief, who forth- with answered that " the Ali-Mamih caravan, laden with goods, demanded hospitality ; " while Ali-Ninpha informed the ques- tioner, that Don Teodore, the " white man of Kambia," craved admittance to the presence of Ibrahim the faithful. In a short time the wicket creaked, and Ibrahim himself put forth his head to welcome the strangers, and to admit them, one by one, into the town. His reception of myself and Ali-Ninpha was extremely cordial ; but the Fullah chief was addressed with cold formality, for the Mandingoes have but little patience with the well-known haughtiness of their national rivals. Ali-Ninpha had been Ibrahim's playmate before he migrated to the coast. Their friendship still existed in primitive sin- cerity, and the chieftain's highest ambition was to honor the companion and guest of his friend. Accordingly, his wives and females were summoned to prepare my quarters with comfort and luxury. The best house was chosen for my lodging. The earthen floor was spread with mats. Hides were stretched on adobe couches, and a fire was kindled to purify the atmosphere. Pipes were furnished my companions ; and, while a hammock was slung for my repose before supper, a chosen henchman was dispatched to seek the fattest sheep for that important meal. Ibrahim posted sentinels around my hut, so that my slum- bers were uninterrupted, until Ali-Ninpha roused me with the pleasant news that the bowls of rice and stews were smoking on the mat in the chamber of Ibrahim himself. Ninpha knew my tastes and superintended the cook. He had often jested at the " white man's folly," when my stomach turned at some disgust- ing dish of the country ; so that the pure roasts and broils of well-known pieces slipped down my throat with the appetite of a trooper While these messes were under discussion, the savory 140 CAPTAIN CANOT; OR, steam of a rich stew with a creamy sauce saluted my nostrils, and, without asking leave, I plunged my spoon into a dish that stood before my entertainers, and seemed prepared exclusively for themselves. In a moment I was invited to partake of the bonne-bouclic ; and so delicious did I find it, that, even at this distance of time, my mouth waters when I remember the forced- meat balls of mutton, minced with roasted ground-nuts, that I devoured that night in the Mandingo town of Kya. But the best of feasts is dull work without an enlivening bowl. Water alone — pure and cool as it was in this hilly region — did not quench our thirst. Besides this, I recollected the fondness of my landlord, Ali-Ninpha, for strong distillations, and I guessed that his playmate might indulge, at least privately, in a taste for similar libations. I spoke, therefore, of " cordial bit- ters," — (a name not unfamiliar even to the most temperate Christians, in defence of flatulent stomachs,) — and at the same time producing my travelling canteen of Otard's best, applied it to the nostrils of the pair. I know not how it happened, but before I could warn the Mahometans of the risk they incurred, the lips of the bottle slid from their noses to their mouths, while upheaved elbows long sustained in air, gave notice that the flask was relishing and the draft " good for their complaints." Indeed, so appetizing was the liquor, that another ground-nut stew was demanded ; and, of course, another bottle was required to allay its dyspeptic qualities. By degrees, the brandy did its work on the worthy Mahom- etans. While it restored Ali-Ninpha to his early faith, and brought him piously to his knees with prayers to Allah, it had a contrary effect on Ibrahim, whom it rendered wild and generous. Every thing was mine ; — house, lands, slaves, and children. He dwelt rapturously on the beauty of his wives, and kissed Ali- Ninpha in mistake for one of them. This only rendered the apostate more devout than ever, and set him roaring invocations like a muezzin from a minaret. In the midst of these orgies, I stole off at midnight, and was escorted by my servant to a delicious hammock. TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 141 It was day-dawn when the caravan's crier aroused me, as he stood on a house-top calling the faithful to prayer previous to our departure. Before I could stir, Ali-Ninpha, haggard, sick, and crest-fallen, from his debauch, rolled into my chamber, and begged the postponement of our departure, as it was impossible for Ibrahim AH to appear, being perfectly vanquished by—" the bitters ! " The poor devil hiccoughed between his words, and so earnestly and with so many bodily gyrations implored my in- terference with the Fullah guide, that I saw at once he was in no condition to travel. As the caravan was my personal escort and designed exclu- sively for my convenience, I did not hesitate to command a halt, especially as I was in some measure the cause of my landlord's malady. Accordingly, I tied a kerchief round my head, covered myself with a cloak, and leaning very lackadaisically on the edge of my hammock, sent for the Fullah chief. I moaned with pain as he approached, and, declaring that I was prostrated by sudden fever, hoped he would indulge me by countermanding the order for our march. I do not know whether the worthy Mussulman understood my case or believed my fever, but the result was precisely the same, for he assented to my request like a gentleman, and expressed the deepest sym- pathy with my sufferings. His next concern was for my cure. True to the superstition and bigotry of his country, the good- natured Fullah insisted on taking the management of matters into his own hands, and forthwith- prescribed a dose from the Koran, diluted in water, which he declared was a specific remedy for my complaint. I smiled at the idea of making a drug of divinity, but as I knew that homoeopathy was harmless under the circumstances, I requested the Fullah to prepare his physic on the spot. The chief immediately brought his Koran, and turn- ing over the leaves attentively for some time, at last hit on the appropriate verse, which he wrote down on a board with gun- powder ink, which he washed off into a bowl with clean water. This was given me to swallow, and the Mahometan left me to the operation of his religious charm, with special directions to the servant to allow no one to disturb my rest. 142 captain canot; or, I have no doubt that the Fullah was somewhat of a quiz, and thought a chapter in his Bible a capital lesson after a reck- less debauch ; so I ordered my door to be barricaded, and slept like a dormouse, until Ibrahim and Ali-Ninpha came thundering at the portal long after mid-day. They were sadly chopfallen. Penitence spoke from their aching brows ; nor do I hesitate to believe they were devoutly sincere when they forswore " bitters " for the future. In order to allay suspicion, or quiet his con- science, the Fullah had been presented with a magnificent ram- goat, flanked by baskets of choicest rice. When I sallied forth into the town with the suffering sinners, I found the sun fast declining in the west, and, although my fever had left me, it was altogether too late to depart from the village on our journey. I mentioned to Ibrahim a report on the coast that his town was bordered by a sacred spring known as the Devil's Fountain, and inquired whether daylight enough still remained to allow us a visit. The chief assented ; and as in his generous fit last night, he had offered me a horse, I now claimed the gift, and quickly mounted in search of the aqueous demon. TWENTY YFAES OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 143 CHAPTER XVIII. Ah ! what joy, after so many years, to be once more in the saddle in an open country, with a steed of fire and spirit bound- ing beneath my exhilarated frame ! It was long before I could consent to obey the summons of our guide to follow him on the path. When the gates of Kya were behind, and the wider roads opened invitingly before me, I could not help giving rein to the mettle- some beast, as he dashed across the plain beneath the arching branches of magnificent cotton woods. The solitude and the mo- tion were both delightful. Never, since I last galloped from the paseo to Atares, and from Atares to El Principe, overlooking the beautiful bay of Havana, and the distant outline of her purple sea, had I felt so gloriously the rush of joyous blood that careered through my veins like electric fire. Indeed, I know not how long I would have traversed the woods had not the path suddenly ended at a town, where my Arabian turned of his own accord, and dashed back along the road till I met my won- dering companions. Having sobered both our bloods, I felt rather better prepared for a visit to the Satanic personage who was the object of our excursion. About two miles from Kya, wo struck the foot of ar steep hill, some three hundred feet in height, over whose 1 44 CAPTAIN CANOT ; OK, shoulder we reached a deep and tangled dell, watered by a slender stream which was hemmed in by a profusion of shrubbery. Crossing the brook, we ascended the opposite declivity for a short distance till we approached a shelving precipice of rock, along whose slippery side the ledgelike path continued. I passed it at a bound, and instantly stood within the arched aperture of a deep cavern, whence a hot and sulphurous stream trickled slowly towards the ravine. This was the fountain, and the demon who presided over its source dwelt within the cave. Whilst I was examining the rocks to ascertain their quality, the guide apprised me that the impish proprietor of these waters was gifted with a " multitude of tongues," and, in all probability, would reply to me in my own, if I thought fit to address him. " Indeed," said the savage, " he will answer you word for word and that, too, almost before you can shape your thought in language. Let us see if he is at home ? " I called, in a loud voice, " Kya ! " but as no reply followed, I perceived at once the wit of the imposture, and without waiting for him to place me, took my own position at a spot inside the cavern, where I knew the echoes would be redoubled. " Now," said I, " I know the devil is at home, as well as you do ;" — and, telling my people to listen, I bellowed, with all my might — " caffra fure ! " " infernal black one ! " — till the resounding rocks roared again with demoniac responses. In a moment the cavern was clear of every African ; so that I amused myself letting off shrieks, howls, squeals, and pistols, until the afrighted natives peeped into the mouth of the cave, thinking the devil in reality had come for me in a double-breasted garment of thunder and lightning. I came forth, however, with a whole skin and so hearty a laugh, that the Africans seized my hands in token of congratulation, and looked at me with wonderment, as some thing greater than the devil himself. Without waiting for a commentary, I leaped on my Arab and darted down the hill. " And so," said I, when I got back to Kya, " dost thou in truth believe, beloved Ibrahim, that the devil dwells in those rocks of the sulphur stream? " " Why not, brother Theodore ? Isn't the water poison 1 If you TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 145 drink, will it not physic you ? When animals lick it in the dry season, do they not die on the margin by scores ? Now, a 'book- man ' like you, my brother, knows well enough that water alone can't kill ; so that whenever it does, the devil must be in it ; and, moreover, is it not he who speaks in the cavern ? " " Good," replied L; "but, pry'thee, dear Ibrahim, read me this riddle : if the devil gets into water and kills, why don't he kill when he gets into ' bitters ? ' " M Ah ! " said the Ali — " you white men are infidels and scof- fers ! " as he laughed like a rollicking trooper, and led me, with his arm round my neck, into supper. " And yet, Don Teodore, don't forget the portable imp that you carry in that Yankee flask in your pocket ! " We did not dispute the matter further. I had been long enough in Africa to find out that white men made themselves odious to the natives and created bitter enemies, by despising or ridicul- ing their errors ; and as I was not abroad on a mission of civiliza- tion, I left matters just as I found them. When I was among the Mahometans, I was an excellent Mussulman, while, among the heathen, I affected considerable respect for their jujus, greegrees, feitiches, snakes, iguanas, alligators, and wooden images. Ere we set forth next morning, my noble host caused a gene- rous meal to be dispensed among the caravan. The breakfast consisted of boiled rice dried in the sun, and then boiled again with milk or water after being pounded finely in a mortar. This nutritive dish was liberally served ; and, as a new Mongo, I was tendered an especial platter, flanked by copious bowls of cream and honey. It is true Mandingo etiquette, at the departure of an honored friend, for the Lord of the Town to escort him on his way to the first brook, drink of the water with the wayfarer, toast a prompt return, invoke Allah for a prosperous voyage, shake hands, and snap fingers, in token of friendly adieu. The host who tarries then takes post in the path, and, fixing his eyes on the departing guest, never stirs till the traveller is lost in the folds of the forest, or sinks behind the distant horUon. 7 JBit. 146 captain canot; or, Such was the conduct of my friend Ibrahim on this occasion ; nor was it all. It is a singular habit of these benighted peo- ple, to keep their word whenever they make a promise ! I dare say it is one of the marks of their faint civilization ; yet I am forced to record it as a striking fact. When I sallied forth from the gate of the town, I noticed a slave holding the horse I rode the day before to the Devil's fountain, ready caprisoned and groomed as for a journey. Being accompanied by Ibrahim on foot, I supposed the animal was designed for his return after our complimentary adieus. But when we had passed at least a mile beyond the parting brook, I again encountered the beast, whose leader approached Ali-Ninpha, announcing the horse as a gift from his master to help me on my way. Ere I backed the blooded animal, an order was directed to my clerk at Kambia for two muskets, two kegs of powder, two pieces of blue cotton, and one hundred pounds of tobacco. I advised my official, moreover, to inclose in the core of the tobacco the stoutest flask he could find of our fourth proof " bitters ! " TWENTY YEAR? OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 147 CHAPTER XIX. The day was cloudy, but our trotting caravan did not exceed twenty miles in travel. In Africa things are done leisurely, for neither life, speculation, nor ambition is so exciting or exacting as to make any one in a hurry. I do not recollect to have ever seen an individual in haste while I dwelt in the torrid clime. The shortest existence is long enough, when it is made up of sleep, slave-trade, and mastication. At sunset no town was in sight ; so it was resolved to bivouac in the forest on the margin of a beautiful brook, where rice, tea, and beef, were speedily boiled and smoking on the mats. When I was about to stretch my weary limbs for the night on the ground, my boy gave me another instance of Ibrahim's true and heedful hospitality, by producing a grass hammock he had secretly ordered to be packed among my baggage. With a hammock and a horse I was on velvet in the forest ! Delicious sleep curtained my swinging couch between two splendid cotton-woods until midnight, when the arm of our Fullah chief was suddenly laid on my shoulder with a whispered call to prepare for defence or flight. As I leaped to the ground the caravan was already afoot, though the profoundest silence prevailed throughout the wary crowd. The watch announced strangers in our neighborhood, and two guides had been des- I 148 CAPTAIN CANOT ; OK, patched immediately to reconnoitre the forest. This was all the information they could give me. The native party was fully prepared and alert with spears, lances, bows and arrows. I commanded my own men to re- prime their muskets, pistols, and rifles ; so that, when the guides returned with a report that the intruders were supposed to form a party of fugitive slaves, we were ready for our customers. Their capture was promptly determined. Some proposed we should delay till daylight ; but Ali-Ninpha, who was a sagacious old fighter, thought it best to complete the enterprise by night, especially as the savages kept up a smouldering fire in the midst of their sleeping group, which would serve to guide us. Our little band was immediately divided into two squads, one under the lead of the Fullah, and the other commanded by Ali- Ninpha. The Fullah was directed to make a circuit until he got in the rear of the slaves, while Ali-Ninpha, at a concerted signal, began to advance towards them from our camp. Half an hour probably elapsed before a faint call, like the cry of a child, was heard in the distant forest, upon which the squad of my landlord fell on all-fours, and crawled cautiously, like cats, through the short grass and brushwood, in the direction of the sound. The sleepers were quickly surrounded. The Mandingo gave the sig- nal as soon as the ends of the two parties met and completed the circle ; and, in an instant, every one of the runaways, except two, was in the grasp of a warrior, with a cord around his throat. Fourteen captives were brought into camp. The eldest of the party alleged that they belonged to the chief of Tamisso, a town on our path to Timbo, and were bound to the coast for sale. On their way to the foreign factories, which they were exceedingly anxious to reach, their owner died, so that they came under the control of his brother, who threatened to change their destina- tion, and sell them in the interior. In consequence of this they fled ; and, as their master would surely slay them if restored to Tamisso, they besought us with tears not to take them thither. Another council was called, for we were touched by the earnest manner of the negroes. Ali-Ninpha and the Fullah were of opinion that the spoil was fairly ours, and should be divided I TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 149 in proportion to the men in both parties. Yet, as our road passed by the objectionable towu, it was impossible to carry the slaves along, either in justice to ourselves or them. In this strait, which puzzled the Africans sorely, I came to their relief, liv nggesting their dispatch to my factory with orders for the pavmeut of their value in merchandise. The proposal was quickly assented to as the most feasible, ai:d our fourteen captives were at once divided into two gangs, of m\cu each. Hoops of bamboo were soon clasped round their \vai>t>, while their hands were tied by stout ropes to the hoops. A long tether was then passed with a slip-knot through each rattan belt, so that the slaves were firmly secured to each other, while a small coil was employed to link them more securely in a baud by their necks. These extreme precautions were needed, because we dared not diminish our party to guard the gang. Indeed, Ali-Ninpha was only allowed the two interpreters and four of my armed people as his escort to Kya, where, it was agreed, he should deliver the captives to Ibrahim, to be for- warded to my factory, while he hastened to rejoin us at the river Sanghu, where we designed tarrying. For three days we journeyed through the forest, passing occasionally along the beds of dried-up streams and across lonely tracts of wood which seemed never to have been penetrated, save by the solitary path we were treading. As we were anxious to be speedily reunited with our companions, our steps were not hastened ; so that, at the end of the third day, we had not advanced more than thirty miles from the scene of capture, when we reached a small Mandingo village, recently built by an upstart trader, who, with the common envy and pride of bis tribe, gave our Fullah caravan a frigid reception. A single hut was assigned to the chief and myself for a dwelling, and the rage of the Mahometan may readily be estimated by an insult that would doom him to sleep beneath the same roof with a Christian ! I endeavored to avert an outburst by apprising the Mandingo that I was a bosom friend of Ali-Ninpha, his countryman -and superior, and begged that he would suffer the " head man " of 150 CAPTAIN canot; or, our caravan to dwell in a house alone. But the impudent parvenu sneered at my advice ; " he knew no such person as Ali-Ninpha, and cared not a snap of his finger for a Fullah chief, or a beggarly white man ! " My body servant was standing by when this tart reply fell from the Mandingo's lips, and, before I could stop the impetuous youth, he answered the trader with as gross an insult as an African can utter. To this the Mandingo replied by a blow over the boy's shoulders with the flat of a cutlass ; and, in a twink- ling, there was a general shout for " rescue " from all my party who happened to witness the scene. Fullahs, Mandingoes, and Soosoos dashed to the spot, with spears, guns, and arrows. The Fullah chief seized my double-barrelled gun and followed the crowd ; and when he reached the spot, seeing the trader still waving his cutlass in a menacing manner, he pulled both triggers at the inhospitable savage. Fortunately, however, it was always my custom on arriving in friendly towns, to remove the copper caps from my weapons, so that, when the hammers fell, the gun was silent. Before the Fullah could club the instrument and prostrate the insulter, I rushed between them to prevent murder. This I was happy enough to 'succeed in ; but I could not deter the rival tribe from binding the brute, hand and foot, to a post in the centre of his town, while the majority of our caravan cleared the settlement at once of its fifty or sixty inhabitants. Of course, we appropriated the dwellings as we pleased, and supplied ourselves with provisions. Moreover, it was thought preferable to wait in this village for Ali-Ninpha, than to proceed onwards towards the borders of the Sanghu. When he arrived, on the second day after the sad occurrence, he did not hesitate to exercise the prerogative of judgment and condemnation always claimed by superior chiefs over inferiors, whenever they consider themselves slighted or wronged. The process in this case was calmly and humanely formed. A regular trial was allowed the culprit. He was arraigned on three charges: — 1. Want of hos- pitality ; 2. Cursing and maltreating a Fullah chief and a white Mongo ; 3. Disrespect to the name and authority of his country- TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 151 man and superior, Ali Ninpha. On all these articles the prisoner was found guilty ; but, as there were neither slaves nor personal property by which the ruffian could be mulcted for his crimes, the tribunal adjudged him to be scourged with fifty lashes, and to have his "town-fence or stockade destroyed, never to be rebuilt." The blows were inflicted for the abuse, but the per- petual demolition of his defensive barrier was in punishment for refused hospitality. Such is the summary process by which social virtues are inculcated and enforced among these interior tribes of Africa ! It required three days for our refreshed caravan to reach the dry and precipitous bed of the Sanghu, which I found impossible to pass with my horse, in consequence of jagged rocks and im- mense boulders that covered its channel. But the men were resolved that my convenient animal should not be left behind. Accordingly, all hands went to work with alacrity on tbe trees, and in a day, they bridged the ravine with logs bound together by ropes made from twisted bark. Across this frail and sway- ing fabric I urged the horse with difficulty ; but hardly had he reached the opposite bank, and recovered from his nervous tremor, when I was surprised by an evident anxiety in the beast to return to his swinging pathway. The guides declared it to be an instinctive warning of danger from wild beasts with which the region is filled ; and, even while we spoke, two of the scouts who were in advance selecting ground for our camp, returned with the carcasses of a deer and leopard. Though meat had not passed our lips for five days, we were in no danger of starvation ; the villages teemed with fruits and vegetables. Pineapples, bana- nas, and a pulpy globe resembling the peach in form and flavor, quenched our thirst and satisfied our hunger. Besides these, our greedy natives foraged in the wilderness for nourishment unknown, or at least unused, by civilized folks. They found comfort in barks of various trees, as well as in buds, berries, and roots, some of which they devoured raw, while others were either boiled or made into palatable decoctions with 152 CAPTAIN CANOT J OR, water that gurgled from every hill. The hroad valleys and open country supplied animal and vegetable " delicacies " which a white man would pass unnoticed. Many a time, -when I was as hungry as a wolf, I found my vagabonds in a nook of the woods, luxuriating over a mess with the unctuous lips of aldermen ; but when I came to analyze the stew, I generally found it to consist of a " witch's cauldron," copiously filled with snails, lizards, iguanas, frogs and alligators ! TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 153 CHAPTER XX. A journey to the interior of Africa would be a rural jaunt, were it not so often endangered by the perils of war. The African may fairly be characterized as a shepherd, whose pastoral life is varied by a little agriculture, and the conflicts into which he is seduced, either by family quarrels, or the natural passions of his blood. His country, though uncivilized, is not so absolutely wild as is generally supposed. The gradual extension of Ma- hometanism throughout t :c interior is slowly but evidently modi- fying the Negro. An African Mussulman is still a warrior, for the dissemination of faith as well as for the gratification of avarice ; yet the Prophet's laws arc so much more genial than the precepts of paganism, that, within the last half century, the humanizing influence of the Koran is acknowledged by all who are acquainted with the interior tribes. But in all the changes that may come over the spirit of man in Africa, her magnificent external nature will for ever remain the same. A little labor teems with vast returns. The climate exacts nothing but shade from the sun and shelter from the storm. Its oppressive heat forbids a toilsome industry, and almost enforces indolence as a law. With every want supplied, without the allurements of social rivalry, without the temptations of national ambition or personal pride, what has the African to do in his forest of palm and cocoa, — his grove of orange, pome- 154 captain canot; or, granate and fig, — on his mat of comfortable repose, where the fruit stoops to his lips without a struggle for the prize, — save to brood over, or gratify, the electric passions with which his soul seems charged to bursting ! It is an interesting task to travel through a continent filled with such people, whose minds are just beginning, here and there, to emerge from the vilest heathenism, and to glimmer with a faith that bears wrapped in its unfolded leaves, the seeds of a modified civilization. As I travelled in the " dry season," I did not encounter many of the discomforts that beset the African wayfarer in periods of rain and tempest. I was not obliged to flounder through lagoons, or swim against the current of perilous rivers. We met their traces almost every day ; and, in many places, the soil was worn into parched ravines or the tracks of dried-up torrents. Whatever affliction I experienced arose from the wasting depression of heat. We did not suffer from lack of water or food, for the caravan of the Ali-Mami commanded implicit obedience throughout our journey. In the six hundred miles I traversed, whilst absent from the coast, my memory, after twenty-six years, leads me, from begin- ning to end, through an almost continuous forest-path. We struck a trail when we started, and we left it when we came home. It was rare, indeed, to encounter a cross road, except when it led to neighboring villages, water, or cultivated fields. So dense was the forest foliage, that we often walked for hours in shade without a glimpse of the sun. The emerald light that pefietrated the wood, bathed every thing it touched with mellow refresh- ment. But we were repaid for this partial bliss by intense suf- fering when we came forth from the sanctuary into the bare valleys, the arid barrancas, and marshy savannas of an open region. There, the red eye of the African sun glared with merciless fervor. Every thing reflected its rays. They struck us like lances from above, from below, from the sides, from the rocks, from the fields, from the stunted herbage, from the bushes. All was glare ! Our eyes seemed to simmer in their sockets. TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 155 Whenever the path followed the channel of a brook, whose dried torrents left bare the scorched and broken rocks, our feet fled from the ravine as from heated iron. Frequently we entered extensive prairies, covered with blades of sword-grass, tall as our heads, whose jagged edges tore us like saws, though we pro- tected our faces with masks of wattled willows. And yet, after all these discomforts, how often are my dreams haunted by charm- ing pictures of natural scenery that have fastened themselves for ever in my memory ! As the traveller along the coast turns the prow of his canoe through the surf, and crosses the angry bar that guards the mouth of an African river, he suddenly finds himself moving calmly onward between sedgy shores, buried in mangroves. Pre- sently, the scene expands in the unruffled mirror of a deep, majes- tic stream. Its lofty banks are covered by innumerable varieties of the tallest forest trees, from whoso summits a trailing net- work of vines and flowers floats down and sweeps the passing current. A stranger who beholds this scenery for the first time is struck by the immense size, the prolific abundance, and gor- geous verdure of every thing. Leaves, large enough for gar- ments, lie piled and motionless in the lazy air. The bamboq and cane shake their slender spears and pennant leaves as the stream ripples among their roots. Beneath the massive trunks of forest trees, the country opens ; and, in vistas through the wood, the traveller sees innumerable fields lying fallow in grass, or waving with harvests of rice and cassava, broken by golden clusters of Indian corn. Anon, groups of oranges, lemons, coffee-trees, plantains and bananas, are crossed by the tall stems of cocoas, and arched by the broad and drooping coronals of reyal palm. Beyond this, capping the summit of a bill, may be seen the coni- cal huts of natives, bordered by fresh pastures dotted with flocks of sheep and goats, or covered by numbers of the sleekest cattle. As you leave the coast, and shoot round the river- curves* of this fragrant wilderness teeming with flowers, vocal with birds, and gay with their radiant plumage, you plunge into the interior, where the rising country slowly expands into hills and mountains. 156 captain canot; or, The forest is varied. Sometimes it is a matted pile of tree vine, and bramble, obscuring every thing, and impervious save with knife and hatchet. At others, it is a Gothic temple. The sward spreads openly for miles on every side, while, from its even surface, the trunks of straight and massive trees rise to a prodi- gious height, clear from every obstruction, till their gigantic limbs, like the capitals of columns, mingle their foliage in a roof of perpetual verdure. At length the hills are reached, and the lowland heat is tem- pered by mountain freshness. The scene that may be beheld from almost any elevation, is always beautiful, and sometimes grand. Forest, of course, prevails ; yet, with a glass, and often by the unaided eye, gentle hills, swelling from the wooded land- scape, may be seen covered with native huts, whose neighbor- hood is checkered with patches of sward and cultivation, and inclosed by massive belts of primeval wildness. Such is com- monly the westward view ; but north and east, as far as vision extends, noble outlines of hill and mountain may be traced against the sky, lapping each other with their mighty folds, until they fade away in the azure horizon. When a view like this is beheld at morning, in the neighbor- hood of rivers, a dense mist will be observed lying beneath the spectator in a solid stratum, refracting the light now breaking from the east. Here and there, in this lake of vapor, the tops of hills peer up like green islands in a golden sea. But, ere you have time to let fancy run riot, the " cloud compelling " orb lifts its disc over the mountains, and the fogs of the valley, like ghosts at cock-cjpw, flit from the dells they have haunted since night- fall. Ptelently, the sun is out in his terrible splendor. Africa unveils to her master, and the blue sky and green forest blaze and quiver with his beams. TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 157 CHAPTER XXI. I felt so much the lack of scenery in my narrative, that I thought it well to group in a few pages the African pictures I have given in the last chapter. My story had too much of the bareness of the Greek stage, and I was conscious that landscape, as well as action, was required to mellow the subject and relieve it from tedium. After our dash through the wilderness, let us return to the slow toil of the caravan. Four days brought us to Tamisso from our last halt. We camped on the copious brook that ran near the town-walls, and while Ali-Ninpha thought proper to compliment the chief, Mo- hamedoo, by a formal announcement of our arrival, the caravan made ready for reception by copious, but needed, ablutions of flesh and raiment. The women, especially, were careful in adorn- ing and heightening their charms. "Wool was combed to its utmost rigidity ; skins were greased till they shone like polished ebony ; ankles and arms were restrung with beads ; and loins were girded with snowy waistcloths. Ali-Ninpha knew the pride of his old Mandingo companions, and was satisfied that Moha- medoo would have been mortified had we surprised him within the precincts of his court, squatted, perhaps, on a dirty mat with a female scratching his head ! Ali-Ninpha was a prudent gen- tleman, and knew the difference between the private and publio lives of his illustrious countrymen ! 158 captain canot; or, In the afternoon our interpreters returned to camp with Mo- hamedoo's son, accompanied by a dozen women carrying platters of boiled rice, calabashes filled with delicate sauce, and abundance of ture, or vegetable butter. A beautiful horse was also de- spatched for my triumphal entry into town. The food was swallowed with an appetite corresponding to our recent penitential fare ; the tents were struck ; and the cara- van was forthwith advanced towards Tamisso. All the noise we could conveniently make, by way of music, was, of course, duly attempted. Interpreters and guides went ahead, discharging guns. Half a dozen tom-toms were struck with uncommon rapidity and vigor, while the unctuous women set up a chorus of melody that would not have disgraced a band of " Ethiopian Minstrels." Half-way to the town our turbulent mob was met by a troop of musicians sent out by the chief to greet us with song and harp. I was quickly surrounded by the singers, who chanted the most fulsome prflse of the opulent Mongo, while a court-fool or buf- foon insisted on leading my horse, and occasionally wiping my face with his filthy handkerchief! Presently we reached the gates, thronged by pressing crowds of curious burghers. Men, women, and children, had all come abroad to see the immense Furtoo, or white man, and appeared as much* charmed by the spectacle as if I had been a banished patriot. I was forced to dismount at the low wicket, but here the empressement of my inquisitive hosts became so great, that the " nation's guest " was forced to pause until some amiable bailiffs modified the amazement of their fellow-citizens by staves and whips. I lost no time in the lull, while relieved from the mob, to pass onward to " the palace " of Mohamedoo, which, like all royal residences in Africa, consisted of a mud-walled quadran- gular inclosure, with a small gate, a large ctjurt, and a quantity of adobe huts, surrounded by shady verandahs. The furniture, mats, and couches were of cane, while wooden platters, brass ket- tles, and common wash-basins, were spread out in every direction for show and service. TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVEK. 159 On a couch, covered with several splendid leopard skins, re* clined Mohainedoo, awaiting my arrival with as much statelinesa as if he had been a scion of civilized royalty. The chief was a man of sixty at least. His corpulent body was covered with short Turkish trousers, and a large Mandingo shirt profusely embroidered with red and yellow worsted. His bald or shaved head was concealed by a light turban, while a long white beard stood out in relief against his tawny skin, and hung down upon his breast. Ali-Ninpha presented me formally to this personage, who got up, shook hands, " snapped fingers," and welcomed me thrice. My Fullah chief and Mandingo companion then pro- ceeded to " make their dantica" or declare the purpose of their visit ; but when they announced that I was the guest of the Fullah Ali-Mami, and, accordingly, was entitled to free pas- sage every where without expense, I saw that the countenance of the veteran instantly fell, and that his welcome was dashed by the loss of a heavy duty which he designed exacting for my transit. • The sharp eye of Ali-Ninpha was not slow in detecting Mo- hamedoo's displeasure ; and, as I had previously prepared him in private, he took an early opportunity to whisper in the old man's ear, that Don Teodore knew he was compelled to jour- ney through Tamisso, and, of course, had not come empty-handed. My object, he said, in visiting this region and the territory of the Fullah king, was not idle curiosity alone ; but that I was prompted by a desire for liberal trade, and especially for the purchase of slaves to load the numerous vessels I had lingering on the coast, with immense cargoes of cloth, muskets, and pow- der. The clouds were dispersed as soon as a hint was thrown out about traffic. The old sinner nodded like a mandarin who knew what he was about, and, rising as soon as the adroit whisperer had finished, took me by the hand, and in a loud voice, presented me to the people as his " beloved son ! " Besides this, the best house within the royal inclosure was fitted with fresh comforts for my lodging. When the Fullah chief withdrew from the audience, Ali-Ninpha brought in the mistress of Mohamedoo's 160 captain canot; or, harem, who acted as his confidential clerk, and we speedily handed over the six pieces of cotton and an abundant supply of tobacco with which I designed to propitiate her lord and master. Tired of the dust, crowd, heat, confinement and curiosity of an African town, I was glad to gulp down my supper of broiled chickens and milk, preparatory to a sleepy attack on my couch of rushes spread with mats and skins. Yet, before retiring for the night, I thought it well to refresh my jaded frame by a bath, which the prince had ordered to be prepared in a small court behind my chamber. But I grieve to say, that my modesty was put to a sore trial, when I began to unrobe. Locks and latches are unknown in this free-and-easy region. It had been noised abroad among the dames of the harem, that the Furtoo would probably perform his ablutions before he slept ; so that, when I entered the yard, my tub was surrounded by as many inquisitive eyes as the dinner table of Louis the Fourteenth, when sove- reigns dined in public. As I could not speak their language, I made all the pantomimic signs of graceful supplication that com- monly soften the hearts of the sex on the stage, hoping, by dumb show, to secure my privacy. But gestures and grimace were 'unavailing. I then made bold to take off my shirt, leaving my nether garments untouched. Hitherto, the dames had seen only my bronzed face and hands, but when the snowy pallor of my breast and back was unveiled, many of them fled incontinently, shouting to their friends to " come and see the peeled Furtoo ! " An ancient crone, the eldest of the crew, ran her hand roughly across the fairest portion of my bosom, and looking at her fin- gers with disgust, as if I reeked with leprosy, wiped them on the wall. As displeasure seemed to predominate over admira- tion, I hoped this experiment would have satisfied the inquest, but, as black curiosity exceeds all others, the wenches continued to linger, chatter, grin and feel, until I was forced to disappoint their anxiety for further disclosures, by an abrupt " good-night." We tarried in Tamisso three days to recruit, during which I was liberally entertained on the prince's hospitable mat, where African stews of relishing flavor, and tender fowls smothered in snowy rice, regaled me at least twice in every twenty-four hours. rvVENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 161 Mohamedoo fed me with an European silver spoon, which, he said, came from among the effects of a traveller who, many years before, died far in the interior. In all his life, he had seen but four of our race within the walls of Tamisso. Their names escaped his memory ; but the last, he declared, was a poor and clever youth, probably from Senegal, who followed a powerful caravan, and " read the Koran like a mufti." Tamisso was entirely surrounded by a tall double fence of pointed posts. The space betwixt the inclosures, which were about seven feet apart, was thickly planted with smaller spear- headed staves, hardened by fire. If the first fence was leaped by assailants, they met a cruel reception from these impaling senti- nels. Three gates afforded admission to different sections of the town, but the passage through them consisted of zig-zags, with loopholes cut judiciously in the angles, so as to command every point of access to the narrow streets of the suburbs. The parting between Mohamedoo and myself was friendly in the extreme. Provisions for four days were distributed by the prince to the caravan, and he promised that my return should be welcomed by an abundant supply of slaves. V 162 CAPTAIN CANOT J OE, CHAPTER XXII. As our caravan approached the Fullah country, and got into the higher lands, where the air was invigorating, I found its pace improved so much that we often exceeded twenty miles in our daily journey. The next important place we were to approach was Jallica. For three days, our path coasted the southern edge of a mountain range, whose declivities and valleys were filled with rivers, brooks, and streamlets, affording abundant irrigation to fields teeming with vegetable wealth. The popu- lation was dense. Frequent caravans, with cattle and slaves, passed us on their way to various marts. Our supplies of food were plentiful. A leaf of tobacco purchased a fowl ; a charge of powder obtained a basin of milk, or a dozen of eggs ; and a large sheep cost only six cents, or a quart of salt. Five days after quitting Tamisso, our approach to Jallica was announced ; and here, as at our last resting place, it was deemed proper to halt half a day for notice and ablution before entering a city, whose chief — Suphiana — was a kinsman of Ali- Ninpha. The distance from our encampment to the town was about three miles : but an hour had hardly elapsed after our arrival, when the deep boom cf the war-drum gave token that our mes- sage had been received with welcome. I was prepared, in some measure, for a display of no ordinary character at Jallica, because 4 TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 163 my Mandingo friend, Ali-Ninpha, inhabited the town in his youth, and had occupied a position which gave importance to his name throughout Soolimana. The worthy fellow had been ab- sent many years from Jallica, and wept like a child when he heard the souud of the war-drum. Its discordant beat had the same effect on the savage that the sound of their village bells has on the spirit of returning wanderers in civilized lands. AY hen the rattle of the drum was ove^ he told me that for five years he controlled that very instrument in Jallica, during which it had never sounded a retreat or betokened disaster. In peace it was never touched, save for public rejoicing ; and the authori- ties allowed it to be beaten now only because an old commander of the tribe was to be received with the honors due to his rank and service. AYhilst we were still conversing, Suphiana's lance- bearer made his appearance, and, with a profound salaam, an- nounced that the " gates of Jallica were open to the Mandingo and his companions." 'Sofanda or refreshments were sent with the welcome ; but when the caravan got within fifty yards of the walls, a band of shouting warriors marched forth, and lifting A.li-Ninpha on their shoulders, bore him through the gates, singing war-songs, accom- panied by all sorts of music and hubbub. I had purposely lingered with my men in the rear of the great body of Africans, so that nearly the whole caravan passed the portal before my complexion — though deeply bronzed by ex- posure — made me known to the crowd as a white man. Then, instantly, the air rang with the sound of — " Furtoo ! Furtoo ! Furtoo ! " — and the gate was slammed in our faces, leaviug us completely excluded from guide and companions. But, in the midst of his exultant reception, Ali-Ninpha did not forget the Mongo of Kambia. Hardly had he attained the end of the street, when he heard the cry of exclusion, and observed the closing portal. By this time, my Fullah friend had wrough himself into an examplary fit of Oriental rage with the iuhos pitable Mandingoes, so that I doubt very much whether ho would not have knocked the dust from his sandals on the gate of Jallica, had not Ali-Ninpha rushed through the wicket, and 164 CAPTAIN CANOT: OR, commanding the portal to be reopened, apologized contritely to the Mahometan and myself. This unfortunate mistake, or accident, not only caused con- siderable delay, but rather dampened the delight of our party as it defiled in the spacious square of Jallica, and entered the open shed which was called a " palaver-house.'''' Its vast area was densely packed with a fragrant crowd of old and young, armed with muskets or spears. All wore knives or cutlasses, slung by a belt high up on their necks ; while, in their midst sur- rounded by a court of veterans, stood Suphiana, the prince, wait- ing our arrival. In front marched Ali-Ninpha, preceded by a numerous band of shrieking and twanging minstrels. As he entered the apart- ment, Suphiana arose, drew his sword, and embracing the stran- ger with his left arm, waved the shining blade over his head, with the other. This peculiar accolade was imitated by each member of the royal council ; while, in the centre of the square, the war-drum, — a hollowed tree, four feet in diameter, covered with hides, — was beaten by two savages with slung-shot, until its thundering reverberations completely deafened us. You may imagine my joy and comfort when I saw the Man- dingo take a seat near the prince, as a signal for the din's cessa- tion. This, however, was only the commencement of another prolonged ceremonial ; for now began the royal review and salute in honor of the returned commander. During two hours, an un- interrupted procession of all the warriors, chiefs, and head-men of Jallica, defiled in front of the ancient drum-major ; and, as each approached, he made his obeisance by pointing a spear or weapon at my landlord's feet. During this I remained on horse- back without notice or relief from the authorities. Ali-Ninpha, howevef, saw my impatient discomfort, and once or twice de- spatched a sly message to preserve my good humor. The cere- mony was one of absolute compulsion, and could not be avoided without discourtesy to the prince and his countrymen. As soon as he could escape, however, he hastened over the court-yard to assist me in dismounting ; and dashing the rude crowd right and left, led me to his kinsman Suphiana. The prince extended his TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 165 royal hand in token of amity ; Ali-Ninpha declared me to bo his " son ; " while the long string of compliments and panegyrics he pronounced upon my personal qualities, moral virtues, and vcakk, brought down a roar of grunts by way of applause from the toad-eating courtiers. Jallica was a fairer town than any I had hitherto encounter- ed in my travels. Its streets were wider, its houses better, its people more civil. No one intruded on the friend of Ali-Ninpha, and guest of Suphiana. I bathed without visits from inquisitive females. My house was my castle ; and, when I stirred abroad, two men preceded me with rattans to keep my path clear from women and children. After lounging about quietly for a couple of days, wearing away fatigue, and getting rid of the stains of travel, I thought it advisable to drop in one morning, unannounced, after break- fast, at Suphiana's with the presents that are customary in the east. As the guest, — during my whole journey, — of the Ali- Mami, or King of Foota-Yallon, I was entirely exempt by cus- tomary law from this species of tax, nor would my Fullah pro- tector have allowed me to offer a tribute had he known it ; — yet, I always took a secret opportunity to present a voluntary gift, for I wished my memory to smell sweet along my track in Africa. Suphiana fully appreciated my generosity under the circum- stances, and returned the civility by an invitation to dinner at the house of his principal wife. When the savory feast with which he regaled me was over, female singers were intro- duced for a concert. Their harps were triangles of wood, cord- ed with fibres of cane ; their banjoes consisted of gourds covered with skin pierced by holes, and strung like the harps ; but, I confess, that I can neither rave nor go into ecstasies over fhe com- bined effect which saluted me from such instruments or such voices. I was particularly struck, however, by one of their in- ventions, which slightly resembles the harmonica I have seen played by children in this country. A board, about two feet square, was bordered by a light frame at two ends, across which a couple of cane strings were tightly stretched. On these, strips 166 captain canot; or, of nicely trimmed bamboo, gradually diminishing in size from left to right, were placed ; whilst beneath them, seven gourds, also gradually decreasing, were securely fastened to mellow the pound. The instrument was carried by a strap round the player's neck, and was struck by two small wooden hammers softened by some delicate substance. One of the prettiest girls in the bevy had charge of this African piano, and was said to be renowned for uncommon skill. Her feet, hands, wrists, elbows, ankles, and knees, were strung with small silvery bells ; and, as the gay damsel was dancer and singer as well as musician, she seemed to reek with sound from every pore. Many of her attitudes would probably have been, at least, more picturesque and decent for drapery ; but, in Jal- lica, Madoo, the ayah, was considered a Mozart in composition, a Lind in melody, and a Taglioni on the " light fantastic toe ! " When the performance closed, Suphiana presented her a slave ; and, as she made an obeisance to me in passing, I handed her my bowie-knife, promising to redeem it at my lodgings with ten pounds of tobacco ! > Some superstitious notions about the state of the moon pre- vented my Fullah guide from departing as soon as I desired ; but while we were dallying with the planet, Ali-Ninpha became so ill that he was compelled to halt and end the journey in his favorite Jallica. I rather suspected the Mandingo to feign more suffering than he really experienced, and I soon discover- ed that his malady was nothing but a sham. In truth, Ali- Ninpha had duped so many Fullah traders on the beach, and owed them the value of so many slaves, that he found it extreme- ly inconvenient, if not perilous, to enter the domain of the Ali- Mami of Footha-Yallon 1 TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFH1CAN SLAVER. 167 CHAPTER XXIII. A messenger was despatched from Jallica, in advance of our departure, to announce our approach to Timho. For six days more, our path led over hill and dale, and through charming valleys, fed by gentle streamlets that nourished the vigorous vegetation of a mountain land. As we crossed the last summits that overlooked the territory of Footha-Yallon, a broad plateau, whence a wide range of coun- try might be beheld, was filled with bands of armed men, afoot and on horseback, while a dozen animals were held in tether by their gayly dressed attendants. I dashed to the head of the caravan on my jaded beast, and reached it just in time to find the sable arms of Ahmah-de-Bellah opening to greet me ! The generous youth, surrounded by his friends and escorted by a select corps of soldiers and slaves, had come thus far on the path to offer the prince's welcome ! I greeted the Mahometan with the fervor of ancient love and, in a moment, we were all dismounted and on our knees ; while, at a signal from the chief, profound silence reigned throughout the troop and caravan. Every eye was turned across the distant plain to the east. An air of profoundest devotion subdued the multitude, and, in a loud chant, Ahmah-de-Bel- lah, with outstretched arms and upraised face, sang forth a psalm of gratitude to Allah for the safety of his " brother." 168 captain canot; ok, The surprise of this complimentary reception was not only delightful as an evidence of African character among these more civilized tribes of the Mahometan interior, but it gave me an assurance of security and trade, which was very acceptable to one so far within the bowels of the land. We were still a day's journey from the capital. Ahmah-deBellah declared it impos- sible, with all the diligence we could muster, to reach Timbo without another halt. Nevertheless, as he was extremely solicit- ous to bring us to our travel's end, he not only supplied my per- sonal attendants with fresh horses, but ordered carriers from his own guard to charge themselves with the entire luggage of our caravan. Thus relieved of burden, our party set forth on the path in a brisk trot, and resting after dark for several hours in a village, we entered Timbo unceremoniously before daybreak while its inhabitants were still asleep. I was immediately conducted to a house specially built for me, surrounded by a high wall to protect my privacy from in- trusion. Within, I found a careful duplicate of all the humble comforts in my domicil on the Rio Pongo. Tables, sofas, plates, knives, forks, tumblers, pitchers, basins, — had all been purchased by my friend, and forwarded for this establishment, from other factories without my knowledge ; while the centre of the main apartment was decorated with an " American rocking-chair," which the natives had ingeniously contrived of rattans and bam- boo ! Such pleasant evidences of refined attention were more remarkable and delicate, because most of the articles are not used by Mahometans. "These, I hope," said Ahmah-de-Bellah, as he led me to a seat, " will make you comparatively comfort- able while you please to dwell with your brother in Timbo. You have no thanks to return, because I have not treated you like a native Mussulman ; for you were kind enough to remember all my own little nationalities when I was your guest on the beach. Allah be praised for your redemption and arrival ; — and so, brother, take your rest in peace within the realm of the Ali- Mami, your father ! " I embraced the generous fellow with as much cordiality as i^i TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 169 he had been a kinsman from the sweet valley of Arno. During his visit to my factory he was particularly charmed with an old :ng-gown I used for my siestas, and when I resolved on this journey, I caused an improved copy of it to be made by one of the most skilful artists on the river. A flashy pattern of calico was duly cut into rather ampler form than is usual among our dandies. This was charmingly lined with sky-blue, and set off at the edges with broad bands of glaring yellow. The effect of the whole, indeed, was calculated to strike an African fancy ; so that, when I drew the garment from my luggage, and threw it, together with a fine white ruffled shirt, over the shoulders of " my brother," I thought the pious Mussulman would have gone wild with delight. He hugged me a dozen times with the gripe of a tiger, and probably would have kissed quite as lustily, had I not deprecated any further ebullitions of bodily gratitude. A bath erased not only the dust of travel from my limbs, but seemed to extract even the memory of its toils from my bones and muscles. Ahmah-de-Bellah intimated that the Ali-Mami would soon be prepared to receive me without ceremony. The old gentleman was confined by dropsy in his lower extremities, and probably found it uncomfortable to sustain the annoyance of public life except when absolutely necessary. The burden of my entertainment and glorification, therefore, was cast on the shoulders of his younger kinsfolk, for which, I confess, I was proportionally grateful. Accordingly, when I felt perfectly refresh- ed, I arose from my matted sofa, and dressing for the first timo in more than a month in a perfectly clean suit, I donned a snowy shirt, a pair of dashing drills, Parisian pumps, and a Turkish fez, tipped with a copious tassel. Our interpreters were clad in fresh Mandingo dresses adorned with extra embroidery. My body-servant was ordered to appear in a cast-off suit of my own ; so that, when I gave one my double-barrelled gun to carry, and armed the others with my pistols, and a glittering regulation- sword, — designed as a gift for the Ali-Maini, — I presented a very respectable and picturesque appearance for a gentleman abroad on his travels in the East. The moment I issued with 8 170 captain canot; or, my train from the house, a crowd of Fullahs was ready to re ceive me with exclamations of chattering surprise ; still I was not annoyed, as elsewhere, by the unfailing concourse that fol- lowed my footsteps or clogged my pathway. The " palace " of the Ali-Mami of Footha-Yallon, like all African palaces in this region, was an adobe hovel, surrounded by its portico shed, and protected by a wall from the intrusion of the common herd. In front of the dwelling, beneath the shelter of the verandah, on a fleecy pile of sheepskin mats, re- clined the veteran, whose swollen and naked feet were under- going a cooling process from the palm-leaf fans of female slaves. I marched up boldly in front of him with my military suite, and, making a profound salaam, was presented by Ahmah-de-Bellah as his " white brother." The Ali at once extended both hands, and, grasping mine, drew me beside him on the sheepskin. Then, looking intently over my face and into the very depth of my eyes, he asked gently with a smile — " what was my name ? " " Ahmah-de-Bellah ! " replied I, after the fashion of the country. As I uttered the Mahometan appellation, for which I had exchanged my own with his son at Kambia, the old man, who still held my hands, put one of his arms round my waist, and pressed me still closer to his side ; — then, lifting both arms extended to heaven, he repeated several times, — God is great ! God is great ! God is great ! — and Mahomet is his Prophet ! " This was followed by a grand inquest in regard to myself and history. "Who was my father ? Who was my mother ? How many brothers had I ? Were they warriors ? Were they " book-men ? " Why did I travel so far ? What delay would I make in Footha-Yallon ? Was my dwelling comfortable ? Had I been treated with honor, respect and attention on my journey ? And, last of all, the prince sincerely hoped that I would find it convenient to dwell with him during the whole of the " rainy season." Several times, in the midst of these interrogations, the patri- arch groaned, and I could perceive, from the pain that flitted like a shadow over the nerves and muscles of his face, that ho TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 171 was suffering severely, and, of course, I cut the interview as short as oriental etiquette would allow. He pressed me once more to his bosom, and speaking to the interpreter, bade him tell his master, the Furtoo, that any thing I fancied in the realm was mine. Slaves, horses, cattle, stuffs, — all were at my disposal. Then, pointing to his son, he said : " Ahmah-de-Bellah, the white man is our guest ; his brother will take heed for his wants, and redress every complaint." The prince was a man of sixty at least. His stature was noble and commanding, if not absolutely gigantic, — being several inches over six feet, — while his limbs and bulk were in perfect proportion. His oval head, of a rich mahogany color, was quite bald to the temples, and covered by a turban, whose ends depended in twin folds along his cheeks. The contour of his features was remarkably regular, though his lips were rather full, and his nose somewhat flat, yet free from the disgusting depression and cavities of the negro race. His forehead was high and perpendicular, while his mouth glistened with ivory when he spoke or smiled. I had frequent opportunities to talk with the king afterwards, and was always delighted by the affec- tionate simplicity of his demeanor. As it was the country's cus- tom to educate the first-born of royalty for the throne, the Ali- Mami of Footha-Yallon had been brought up almost within the precincts of the mosque. I found the prince, therefore, more of a meditative " book-man " than warrior ; while the rest of his family, and especially his younger brothers, had never been exempt from military duties, at home or abroad. Like a good Mussulman, the sovereign was a quiet, temperate gentleman, never indulging in " bitters " or any thing stronger than a drink fermented from certain roots, and sweetened to resemble mead. \\\> intercourse with me was always affable and solicitous for my comfort ; nor did he utter half a dozen sentences without inter- larding them with fluent quotations from £he Koran. Some- times, in the midst of a pleasant chat in which he was wondering at my curiosity and taste for information about new lands, he would suddenly break off because it was his hour for prayer ; at others, he would end the interview quite as unceremoniously, 172 captain canot; or, because it was time for ablution. Thus, between praying, wash- ing, eating, sleeping, slave-dealing, and fanning his dropsical feet, the life of the Ali-Mami passed monotonously enough even for an oriental prince ; but I doubt not, the same childish routine is still religiously pursued, unless it has pleased Allah to sum- mon the faithful prince to the paradise of " true believers." I could never make him understand how a ship might be built large enough to hold provisions for a six months' voyage ; and, as to the sea, u it was a mystery that none but God and a white man could solve ! " As I was to breakfast on the day of my arrival at the dwell- ing of Ahmah-de-Bellah's mother, after my presentation to the prince her husband, I urged the footsteps of my companion with no little impatience as soon as I got out of the royal hearing. My fast had been rather longer than comfortable, even in obedi- ence to royal etiquette. However, we were soon within the court-yard of her sable ladyship, who, though a dame of fifty at least, persisted in hiding her charms of face and bosom beneath a capacious cloth. Nevertheless, she welcomed me quite ten- derly. She called me " Ahmah-de-Bellah-Theodoree," — and, with her own hands, mixed the dainties on which we were to breakfast while cosily squatted on the mats of her verandah. Our food was simple enough for the most dyspeptic homoeopa- thist. Milk and rice were alternated with bonney-clabber and honey, seasoned by frequent words of hospitable encouragement. The frugal repast was washed down by calabashes of cool water, which were handed round by naked damsels, whose beautiful limbs might have served as models for an artist. "When the meal was finished, I hoped that the day's ceremo- nial was over, but, to my dismay, I discovered that the most formal portion of my reception was yet to come. " We will now hasten," said Ahmah-de-Bellah, as I salaamed his mamma, " to the palaver-ground, where I am sure our chiefs are, by this time, impatient to see you." Had I been a feeble instead of a robust campaigner, I would not have resisted the intimation, or desired a postponement of the " palaver ; " so I M " took my brother's " arm, and, followed by my cortege, pro- ™ TWEN1* YE* OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 173 ceeded to the interview that was to take place beyond the walls, in an exquisite grove of cotton-wood and tamarind-trees, appro- priated to this sort of town-meeting. Here I found a vast assem- blage of burghers ; and in their midst, squatted on sheepskins, was a select ring of pat res conscripti, presided by Sulimani-Ali, son of the king, and brother of my companion. As the Fullah presented me to his warrior-kinsman, he rose with a profound salutation, and taking my hand, led me to a rock, covered with a white napkin, — the seat of honor for an eminent stranger. The moment I was placed, the chiefs sprang up and each one grasped my hand, bidding me welcome thrice. Ahmah-de-Bellah stood patiently beside me until this ceremony was over, and each noble resumed his sheepskin. Then, taking a long cane from the eldest of the group, he stepped forward, saluted the assembly three times, thrice invoked Allah, and in- troduced me to the chiefs and multitude as his " brother." I came, he said, to Footha-Yallon on his invitation, and by the ex- press consent of his beloved king and father, and of his beloved elder brother, Sulimaui. He hoped, therefore, that every " head-man " present would see the rites of hospitality faithfully exercised to his white brother while he dwelt in Footha. There were many reasons that he could give why this should be done ; but he would rest content with stating only three. First of all : I was nearly as good a Mussulman as many Mandingoes, and he knew the fact, because he had converted me himself! Secondly: I was entitled to every sort of courtesy from Fullahs, because I was a rich trader from the Rio Pongo. And, thirdly : I had penetrated even to this very heart of Africa to purchase slaves for most liberal prices. It is the custom in African " palavers," as well as among African religionists, to give token of assent by a sigh, a groan, a slight exclamation, or a shout, when any thing affecting, agree- able, or touching is uttered by a speaker. Now, when my Ful- lah brother informed his friends of my arrival, my name, my demand for hospitality, and my wealth, the grunts and groans of the assembly augmented in number and volume as he went on ; but when they heard of my design "to purchase slaves" a climax 174 CAPTAIN canot; or, was reached at once, and, as with one voice, they shouted . " May the Lord of heaven be praised ! " I smothered a laugh and strangled a smile as well as I could, when my interpreters expounded the "stump speech " of Ahmah- de-Bellah ; and I lost no time in directing them to display the presents which some of my retainers, in the meanwhile, had brought to the grove. They consisted of several packages of blue and white calicoes, ten yards of brilliant scarlet cloth, six kegs of powder, three hundred pounds of tobacco, two strings of amber beads, and six muskets. On a beautiful rug, I set aside the gilded sword and a package of cantharides, designed for the king. When my arrangement was over, Sulimani took the cane from his brother, and stepping forward, said that the gifts to which he pointed proved the truth of Ahmah-de-Bellah's words, and that a rich man, indeed, had come to Footha-Yallon. Nay, more ; — the rich man wanted slaves ! Was I not generous ? I was their guest, and owed them no tribute or duties ; and yet, had I not voluntarily lavished my presents upon the chiefs ? Next day, his father would personally distribute my offering ; but, whilst I dwelt in Footha, a bullock and ten baskets of rice should daily be furnished for my caravan's support ; and, as every chief would partake my bounty, each one should contribute to my comfort. This speech, like the former, was hailed with grunts ; but I could not help noticing that the vote of supplies was not cheered half as lustily as the announcement of my largesse. The formalities being over, the inquisitive head-men crowded round the presents with as much eagerness as aspirants for office at a presidential inauguration. The merchandise was inspected, felt, smelled, counted, measured, and set aside. The rug an J the sword, being royal gifts, were delicately handled. But when the vials of cantharides were unpacked, and their contents an- nounced, each of the chieftains insisted that his majesty should not monopolize the coveted stimulant. A sharp dispute on the subject arose between the princes and the councillors , so that I was forced to interfere through the interpreters, who could only quiet the rebels by the promise of a dozen additional flasks for their private account. TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 175 In the midst of the wrangling, Sulimani and Ahraah ordered their father's slaves to carry the gifts to the Ali-Mami's palace ; and, taking me between them, we marched, arm in arm, to my domicil. Here I found Abdulmomen-Ali, another son of the king, waiting for his brothers to present him to the Mongo of Kambia. Abdulmomen was introduced as " a learned divine," and began at once to talk Koran in the most mufti-\ihe manner. I had made such sorry improvement in Mahometanism sinco Ahmah-de-Bellah's departure from the Rio Pongo, that I thought it safest to sit silent, as if under the deepest fervor of Mussul- man conviction. I soon found that Abdulmomen, like many more clergymen, was willing enough to do all the preaching,, whenever he found an unresisting listener. I put on a look of very intelligent assent and thankfulness to all the arguments and commentaries of my black brother, and in this way I avoided the detection of my ignorance, as many a better man has probably done before me ! £ 176 CAPTAIN canot; or, CHAPTER XXIV. Timbo lies on a rolling plain. North of it, a lofty mountain range rises at the distance of ten or fifteen miles, and sweeps eastwardly to the horizon. The landscape, which declines from these slopes to the south, is in many places hare ; yet fields of plentiful cultivation, groves of cotton-wood, tamarind and oak, thickets of shrubhery and frequent villages, stud its surface, and impart an air of rural comfort to the picturesque scene. I soon proposed a gallop with my African kindred over the neighborhood ; and, one fine morning, after a plentiful breakfast of stewed fowls, boiled to rags with rice, and seasoned with delicious "palavra sauce," we cantered off to the distant villages. As we approached the first brook, but before the fringe of screen- ing bushes was passed, our cavalcade drew rein abruptly, while Ahmah-de-Bellah cried out : " Strangers are coming ! " A few moments after, as we slowly crossed the stream, I noticed several women crouched in the underwood, having fled from the bath. This warning is universally given, and enforced by law, to guard the modesty of the gentler sex. In half an hour we reached the first suburban village ; but fame had preceded us with my character, and as the settlement was cultivated either by serfs or negroes liable to be made so, we found the houses bare. The poor wretches had learned, on TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 177 the day of my reception, that the principal object of my journey was to obtain slaves, and, of course, they imagined that the only object of my foray in their neighborhood, was to seize the gang and bear it abroad in bondage. Accordingly, we tarried only a few minutes in Findo, and dashed off to Furo ; but here, too, the blacks had been panic-struck, and escaped so hurriedly that they left their pots of rice, vegetables, and meat boiling in their sheds. Furo was absolutely stripped of inhabitants ; the vete- ran chief of the village did not even remain to do the honors fur his affrighted brethren. Ahmah-de-Bellah laughed heartily at the terror I inspired ; but I confess I could not help feeling sadly mortified when I found my presence shunned as a pesti- lence. The native villages through which I passed on this excursion manifested the great comfort in which these Africans live through- out their prolific land, when unassailed by the desolating wars that are kept up for slave-trade. It was the height of the dry season, when every thing was parched by the sun, yet I could trace the outlines of fine plantations, gardens, and rice-fields. Every where I found abundance of peppers, onions, garlic, to- matoes, sweet potatoes, and cassava, while tasteful fences were garlanded with immense vines and flowers. Fowls, goats, sheep, and oxen, stalked about in innumerable flocks, and from every domicil depended a paper, inscribed with a charm from the Koran to keep off thieves and witches. My walks through Timbo were promoted by the constant efforts of my entertainers to shield me from intrusive curiosity. Whenever I sallied forth, two townsfolk in authority were sent forward to warn the public that the Furtoo desired to promenade without a mob at his heels. These lusty criers stationed them- selves at the corners with an iron triangle, which they rattled to call attention to the king's command ; and, in a short time, the highways were so clear of people, who feared a bastinado, that I found my loneliness rather disagreeable than otherwise. Every person I saw, shunned me. When I called the children or little girls, — they fled from me. My reputation as a slaver in the villages, and the fear of a lash in the town, furnished me 8* 178 CAPTAIN canot; oe, much more solitude than is generally agreeable to a sensitive traveller. Towards night-fall I left my companions, and wrapping my- self closely in a Mandingo dress, stole away through bye-ways to a brook which runs by the town walls. Thither the females resort at sunset to draw water ; and, choosing a screened situa- tion, where I would not be easily observed, I watched, for more than an hour, the graceful children, girls, and women of Timbo, as they performed this domestic task of eastern lands. I was particularly impressed by the general beauty of the sex, who, in many respects, resembled the Moor rather than the negro. Unaware of a stranger's presence, they came forth as usual in a simple dress which covers their body from waist to knee, and leaves the rest of the figure entirely naked. Group after group gathered together on the brink of the brook in the slanting sunlight and lengthening shadows of the plain. Some rested on their pitchers and water vessels ; some chatted, or leaned on each other gracefully, listening to the chat of friends ; some stooped to fill their jars ; others lifted the brimming vessels to their sistws' shoulders — while others strode home- ward singing, with their charged utensils poised on head or hand. Their slow, stately, swinging movement under the burden, was grace that might be envied on a Spanish paseo. I do not think the forms of these Fullah girls, — with their complexions of freshest bronze, — are exceeded in symmetry by the women of any other country. There was a slender delicacy of limb, waist, neck, hand, foot, and bosom, which seemed to be the type that mould- ed every one of them. I saw none of the hanging breast ; the flat, expanded nostrils ; the swollen lips, and fillet-like foreheads, that characterize the Soosoos and their sisters of the coast. None were deformed, nor were any marked by traces of disease. I may observe, moreover, that the male Fullahs of Timbo are impressed on my memory by a beauty of form, which almost equals that of the women ; and, in fact, the only fault I found with them was their minute resemblance to the feminine de- licacy of the other sex. They made up, however, in courage what they lacked in form, for their manly spirit has made them *F- : 1/BftARy P»fiANA TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 179 renowned among all the tribes they have so long controlled by distinguished bravery and perseverance. The patriarchal landscape by the brook, with the Oriental girls over their water-jars, and the lowing cattle in the pastures, brought freshly to my mind many a Bible scene T heard my mother read when I was a boy at home ; and I do not know what revolution might have been wrought on my spirit had I not suddenly become critical ! A stately dame passed within twenty feet of my thicket, whose coiffure excited my mirth so power- fully that I might have been detected as a spy, had not a bitten lip controlled my laughter. Her ladyship belonged, perhaps, to the " upper-ten " of Timbo, whose heads had hitherto been hid- den from my eyes by the jealous yashmacks they constantly wear in a stranger's presence. In this instance, however, the woman's head, like that of the younger girls, was uncovered, so that I had a full view of the stately preparation. Her lower limbs were clad in ample folds of blue and white cotton, knotted in an immense mass at the waist, while her long crisp hair had been combed out to its fullest dimensions and spliced with addi- tional wool. The ebony fleece was then separated in strands half an inch in diameter, and plaited all over her skull in a countless number of distinct braids. This quill like structure was then adorned with amber beads, and copiously anointed with vegetable butter, so that the points gleamed with fire in the setting sunlight, and made her look as if she had donned for a bewitching headdress a porcupine instead of a (; bird of par- adise." My trip to Timbo, I confess, was one of business rather than pleasure or scientific exploration. I did not make a record, at the moment, of my " impressions de voyage," and never thought that, a quarter of a century afterwards, I would feel disposed to chronicle the journey in a book, as an interesting souvenir of my early life. Had I supposed that the day would come when I was to turn author, it is likely I might have been more in- quisitive ; but, being only " a slaver," I found Ahma, Sulimani, Abdulmomen, the Ali-Mami, and all the quality and amusements 180 captain canot; ok, of Timbo, dull enough, when my object was achieved. Still, while I was there, I thought I might as well see all that was visible. I strolled repeatedly through the town. I became ex- cessively familiar with its narrow streets, low houses, mud walls, cul-de-sacs, and mosques. I saw no fine bazaars, market-places, or shops. The chief wants of life were supplied by peddlers. Platters, jars, and baskets of fruit, vegetables, and meat, were borne around twice or thrice daily. Horsemen dashed about on beautiful steeds towards the fields in the morning, or came home at night-fall at a slower pace. I never saw man or woman bask lazily in the sun. Females were constantly busy over their cotton and spinning wheels when not engaged in household occu- pations ; and often have I seen an elderly dame quietly crouched in her hovel at sunset reading the Koran. Nor are the men of Timbo less thrifty. Their city wall is said to hem in about ten thousand individuals, representing all the social industries They weave cotton, work in leather, fabricate iron from the bar, engage diligently in agriculture, and, whenever not laboriously employed, devote themselves to reading and writing, of which they are excessively fond. These are the faint sketches, which, on ransacking my brain, I find resting on its tablets. But I was tired of Timbo ; I was perfectly refreshed from my journey ; and I was anxious to re- turn to my factory on the beach. Two " moons " only had been originally set apart for the enterprise, and the third was already waxing towards its full. I feared the Ali-Mami was not yet prepared with slaves for my departure, and I dreaded lest objec- tions might be made if I approached his royal highness with the flat announcement. Accordingly, I schooled my interpreters, and visited that important personage. I made a long speech, as full of compliments and blarney as a Christmas pudding is of plums, and concluded by touching the soft part in African royalty's heart — slaves I I told the king that a vessel or two, with abundant freights, would be waiting me on the river, and that I must hasten thither with his choicest gangs if he hoped to reap a profit. TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 181 The king and the royal family were no doubt excessively grieved to part with the Furtoo Mongo, but they were discreet persons and ' ; listened to reason." War parties and scouts were forthwith despatched to blockade the paths, while press-gangs made recruits among the villages, and even in Timbo. Sulimani- Ali, himself, sallied forth, before daybreak, with a troop of horse, and at sundown, came back with forty-five splendid fellows, cap- tured in Findo and Furo ! The personal dread of me in the town itself, was augmented. If I had been a Pestilence before, I was Death now ! When I took my usual morning walk the children ran from me scream- ing. Since the arrival of Sulimani with his victims, all who were under the yoke thought their hour of exile had come. The poor regarded me as the devil incarnate. Once or twice, I caught women throwing a handful of dust or ashes towards me, and uttering an invocation from the Koran to avert the demon or save them from his clutches. Their curiosity was merged in terror. My popularity was over ! It was not a little amusing that in the midst of the general dismay, caused by the court of Timbo and myself, my colored brother Ahmah-de-Bellah, and his kinsman Abdulmomen, lost no chance of lecturing me about my soul ! We kidnapped the Africans all day and spouted Islamism all night ! Our religion, however, was more speculative than practical. It was much more important, they thought, that we should embrace the faith of their peculiar theology, than that we should trouble ourselves about human rights that interfered with profits and pockets. We spared Mahometans and enslaved only " tfte heathen ; " so that, in fact, we were merely obedient to the behests of Ma- homet when we subdued " the infidel ! " This process of proselytism, however, was not altogether suc- cessful. As I was already a rather poor Christian, I fear that the Fullah did not succeed in making me a very good Mussul- man. Still, I managed to amuse him with the hope of my future improvement in his creed, so that we were very good friends when the Ali-Mami summoned us for a final interview. 182 CAPTAIN canot; oe, The parting of men is seldom a maudlin affair. The king's relations presented me bullocks, cows, goats, and sheep. His majesty sent me five slaves. Sulimani-Ali offered a splendid white charger. The king's wife supplied me with an African quilt ingeniously woven of red and yellow threads unravelled from Manchester cottons ; while Ahmah-de-Bellah, like a gentle- man of taste, despatched for my consolation, the two prettiest handmaidens he could buy or steal in Timbo ! .TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 183 CHAPTER XXV. I shad not weary the reader with a narrative of my journey home w a rd over the track I had followed on my way to Timbo. A gran-1 Mahometan service was performed at my departure, and Ahmob-de-Bellah accompanied me as far as Jallica, whence he was recalled by his father in consequence of a serious family dis- pute that required his presence. Ali-Ninpha was prepared, in this place, to greet me with a welcome, and a copious supply of gold, wax, ivory, and slaves. At Tamisso, the worthy Mahome- doo had complied with his promise to furnish a similar addition to the caravan ; so that when we set out for Kya, our troop was swelled to near a thousand strong, counting men, women, children and ragamuffins. At Kya I could not help tarrying four days with my jolly friend Ibrahim, who received the tobacco, charged with " bitters," during my absence, and was delighted to furnish a nourishing drop after my long abstinence. As we approached the coast, another halt was called at a favorable encampment, where Ali- Ninpha divided the caravan in four parts, reserving the best portion of slaves and merchandise for me. The division, before arrival, was absolutely necessary, in order to prevent disputes or disastrous quarrels in regard to the merchantable quality of negroes on the beach. I hoped to take my people by surprise at Kambia ; but when the factory came in sight from the hill- tops back of the settle- 184 captain canot; or, ment, I saw the Spanish flag floating from its summit, and heard the cannon booming forth a welcome to the wanderer. Every thing had been admirably conducted in my absence. The Fullah and my clerk preserved their social relations and the public tran- quillity unimpaired. My factory and warehouse were as neat and orderly as when I left them, so that I had nothing to do but go to sleep as if I had made a day's excursion to a neighboring vil- lage. Within a week I paid for the caravan's produce, despatched Mami-de-Yong, and made arrangements with the captain of a slaver in the river for the remainder of his merchandise. But the Fullah chief had not left me more than a day or two, when I was surprised by a traveller who dashed into my factory, with a message from Ahmah-de-Bellah at Timbo, whence he had posted in twenty-one days. Ahmah was in trouble. He had been recalled, as I said, from Jallica by family quarrels. When he reached the paternal mat, he found his sister Beeljie bound hand and foot in prison, with orders for her prompt transportation to my factory as a slave. These were the irrevocable commands of his royal father, and of her half-brother, Sulimani. All his appeals, seconded by those of his mother, were unheeded. She must be shipped from the Rio Pongo ; and no one could be trusted with the task but the Ali-Mami's son and friend, the Mongo Teodor ! To resist this dire command, Ahmah charged the messenger to appeal to my heart by our brotherly love, not to allow the maiden to be sent over sea ; but, by force or stratagem, to retain her until he arrived on the beach. The news amazed me. I knew that African Mahometans never sold their caste or kindred into foreign slavery, unless their crime deserved a penalty severer than death. I reflected a while on the message, because I did not wish to complicate my relations with the leading chiefs of the interior ; but, in a few moments, natural sensibility mastered every selfish impulse, and I told the envoy to hasten back on the path of the suffer- ing brother, and assure him I would shield his sister, even at the risk of his kindred's wrath. TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 185 About a week afterwards I was aroused one morning by a runi-^r from a neighboring village over the hill, who stated that a courier reached his town the night before from Sulimani-Ali, — a prince of Timbo, — conducting a Fullah girl, who was to be sold by me immediately to a Spanish slaver. The girl, he said, resisted with all her energy. She refused to walk. For the last four days she had been borne along in a litter. She swore never to " see the ocean ; " and .threatened to dash her skull against the first rock in her path, if they attempted to carry her further. The stanch refusal embarrassed her Mahometan conductor, inas- much as his country's law forbade him to use extraordinary com- pulsion, or degrade the maiden with a whip. I saw at once that this delay and hesitation afforded an op- portunity to interfere judiciously in behalf of the spirited girl, whose sins or faults were still unknown to me. Accordingly, I imparted the tale to Ali-Ninpha ; and, with his consent, des- patched a shrewd dame from the Mandingo's harem, with direc- tions for her conduct to the village. Woman's tact and woman's sympathy are the same throughout the world, and the proud am- bassadress undertook her task with pleased alacrity. I warned her to be extremely cautious before the myrmidons of Sulimani, but to seize a secret moment when she might win the maiden's confidence, to inform her that I was the sworn friend of Ahmah- de-Bellah, and would save her if site followed my commands implicitly. She must cease resistance at once. She must come to the river, which was fresh water, and not salt ; and she must allow her jailors to fulfil all the orders they received from her tyrannical kinsmen. Muffled in the messenger's garments, I sent the manuscript Koran of Ahmah-de-Bellah as a token of my truth, and bade the dame assure Bceljie that her brother was already far on his journey to redeem her in Kambia. The mission was successful, and, early next day, the girl was brought to my factory, with a rope round her neck. The preliminaries for her purchase were tedious and formal. As her sale was compulsory, there was not much question as to quality or price. Still, I was obliged to promise a multitude of things I did not intend to perform. In order to disgrace the 186 captain canot; or, poor creature as much as possible, her sentence declared she should be <: sold for salt," — the most contemptuous of all African exchanges, and used in the interior for the purchase of cattle alone. Poor Beeljie stood naked and trembling before us while these ceremonies were performing. A scowl of indignation flitted like a shadow over her face, as she heard the disgusting commands. Tenderly brought up among the princely brood of Timbo, she was a bright and delicate type of the classes I described at the brook- side. Her limbs and features were stained by the dust of travel, and her expression was clouded with the grief of sensible degra- dation : still I would have risked more than I did, when I beheld the mute appeal of her face and form, to save her from the doom of Cuban exile. When the last tub of salt was measured, I cut the rope from Beeljie's neck, and, throwing over her shoulders a shawl, — in which she instantly shrank with a look of gratitude, — called the female who had borne my cheering message, to take the girl to her house and treat her as the sister of my Fullah brother. As I expected, this humane command brought the emissary of Sulimani to his feet with a bound. He insisted on the resti- tution of the woman ! He swore I had deceived him ; and, in fact, went through a variety of African antics which are not unu- sual, even among the most civilized of the tribes, when excited to extraordinary passion. It was my habit, during these outbursts of native ire, to remain perfectly quiet, not only until the explosion was over, but while the smoke was disappearing from the scene. I fas- tened my eye, therefore, silently, but intensely, on the tiger, fol- lowing him in all his movements about the apartment, till he sank, subdued and panting, on the mat. I then softly told him that this excitement was not only unbecoming a Mahometan gen- tleman, and fit for a savage alone, but that it was altogether wasted on the present occasion, inasmuch as the girl should be put on board a slaver in his presence. Nevertheless, I con- tinued, while the sister of Ahmah was under my roof, her blood must be respected, and she should be treated in every respect as a royal person. TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 187 I was quite as curious as the reader may be to know the crime of Beeljie, for, up to. that moment, I had not been in- formed of it. Dismissing the Fullah as speedily as possible, I hastened to Ali-Ninpha's dwelling and heard the sufferer's story. The Mahometan princess, whose age surely did not exceed eighteen, had been promised by the king and her half-brother, Suliuiani, to an old relative, who was not only accused of cruelty to hi.s harem's inmates, but was charged by Mussulmen with the heinous crime of eating " unclean flesh." The girl, who seemed to be a person of masculine courage and determination, resisted this disposal of her person ; but, while her brother Ahmah was away, she was forced from her mother's arms and given to the filthy dotard. It is commonly supposed that women are doomed to the basest obedience in oriental lands ; yet, it seems there is a Ma- hometan law, — or, at least, a Fullah custom, — which saves the purity of an unwilling bride. The delivery of Beeljie to her brutal lord kindled the fire of an ardent temper. She furnished the old gentleman with specimens of violence to which his harem had been a stranger, save when the master himself chose to in- dulge in wrath. In fact, the Fullah damsel — half acting, half in reality — played the virago so finely, that her husband, after exhausting arguments, promises and supplications, sent her back to her kindred with an insulting message. It was a sad day when she returned to the paternal roof in Timbo. Her resistance was regarded by the dropsical despot as rebellious disobedience to father and brother; and, as neither authority nor love would induce the outlaw to repent, her barba- rous parent condemned her to be " a slave to Christians.'''' Her story ended, I consoled the poor maiden with every assurance of protection and comfort ; for, now that the excite- ment of sale and journey was over, her nerves gave way, and she sank on her .mat, completely exhausted. I commended her to the safeguard of my landlord and the especial kindness of his women. Esther, too, stole up at night to comfort the sufferer with her fondling tenderness, for she could not speak the Fullah language ; — and in a week, I had the damsel in capital condition ready for a daring enterprise that was to seal her fate. 188 captain canot; or, When the Spanish slaver, whose cargo I had just completed, was ready for sea, I begged her captain to aid me in the ship- ment of " a prinoetf** who had been consigned to my wardship by her royal relations in the interior, but whom I dared not put on board his vessel until she was beyond the Rio Pongo^s bar. The officer assented ; and when the last boat-load of slaves was despatched from my barracoon, he lifted his anchor and floated down the stream till he got beyond the furthest breakers. Here, with sails loosely furled, and every thing ready for instant depar- ture, he again laid to, awaiting the royal bonne bouche. In the mean time, I hurried Beeljie with her friends and Fullah jailer to the beach, so that when the slaver threw his sails aback and brought his vessel to the wind, I lost not a moment in putting the girl in a canoe, with five Kroomen to carry her through the boiling surf. " Allah be praised ! " sighed the Fullah, as the boat shot ahead into the sea ; while the girls of the harem fell on the sand with wails of sorrow. The Kroomen, with their usual skill, drove the buoyant skiff swiftly towards the slaver ; but, as they approached the breakers south of the bar, a heavy roller struck it on the side, and instantly, its freight was struggling in the surge. In a twinkling, the Fullah was on the earth, his face buried in the sand ; the girls screamed and tore their garments ; Ali- Ninpha's wife clung to me with the grasp of despair ; while I, stamping with rage, cursed the barbarity of the maiden's parent, whose sentence had brought her to this wretched fate. I kicked the howling hypocrite beneath me, and bade him hasten with the news to Timbo, and tell the wicked patriarch that the Prophet himself had destroyed the life of his wretched child, sooner than suffer her to become a Christian's slave. The Spanish vessel was under full sail, sweeping rapidly out to sea, and the Kroomen swam ashore without their boat, as the grieving group slowly and sadly retraced their way along the river's bank to Kambia. There was wailing that night in the village, and there was wailing in Timbo when the Fullah returned with the tragic story U«BANA i TWENTY TEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 189 In fact, such was the distracted excitement both on the sea-shore and in the settlement, that none of my companions had eyes to observe an episode of the drama which had been played that evening without rehearsal. Every body who has been on the coast of Africa, or read of its people, knows that Kroomen are altogether unaware of any difference between a smooth river and the angriest wave. They would as willingly be upset in the surf as stumble against a rock. I took advantage of this amphibious nature, to station a light canoe immediately on the edge of the breakers, and to order the daring swimmers it contained to grasp the girl the moment her canoe was purposely upset I I promised the divers a liberal reward if they lodged her in their boat, or swam with her to the nearest point of the opposite beach ; and so well did they perform their secret task, that when they drew ashore her fainting body, it was promptly received by a trusty Bager, who was in waiting on the beach. Before the girl recovered her senses she was safely afloat in the fisherman's canoe. His home was in a village on the coast below ; and, perhaps, it still remains a secret to this day, how it was that, for years after, a girl, the image of the lost Beeljie, followed the footsteps of Ahmah, the Fullah of Timho ! 190 CAPTAIN CANOT J OR, CHAPTEE XXVI. # After my toilsome journey to the interior, my despatch of a slaver, and my adventurous enterprise in behalf of a Fullah prin- cess, I thought myself entitled to a long siesta ; but my comfort- able desires and anticipations were doomed to disappointment. I was suddenly stirred from this willing lethargy by a salute of twenty-one guns in the offing. Our wonder was almost insup- portable as to the character of the ceremonious stranger who wasted powder so profusely, while a boy was despatched to the top of the look-out tree to ascertain his character. He reported a schooner anchored opposite Bangalang, sporting a long pendant at the main, and a white ensign at her peak. I took it for granted that no man-of-war would salute a native chief, and so concluded that it was some pretentious Frenchman, unacquainted with the prudent customs of our demure coast. The conjecture was right. At nightfall Mr. Ormond — whose humor had somewhat improved since my return — apprised me that a Gallic slaver had arrived to his consignment with a rich cargo, and hoped I would join him at breakfast on board, by in- vitation of the commander. Next morning, at sunrise, the Mongo and myself met for the first time after our rupture with apparent cordiality on the deck of " La Perousc," where we were welcomed with all that cor- TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 191 diality of grimace for which a half-bred Frenchman is so justly celebrated. Captain Brulot could not speak English, nor could Mr. Ormond -express himself in French ; so we wasted the time till breakfast was served in discussing his cargo and prospects, through my interpretation. Fine samples of gaudy calicoes, French guns, and superior brandy, were exhibited and dwelt on with characteristic eloquence ; but the Gaul closed his bewitch- ing catalogue with a shout of joy that made the cabin ring, as he announced the complement of his cargo to be five hundred doubloons. The scent of gold has a peculiar charm to African slavers, and it will readily be supposed that our appetite for the promised dejeuner was not a little stimulated by the Spanish coin. As rapidly as we could, we summed up the doubloons and his merchandise ; and, estimating the entire cargo at about $17,000, offered him three hundred and fifty negroes for the lot.* The bid was no sooner made than accepted. Our private boats were sent ashore in search of canoes to discharge the goods, and, with a relish and spirit I never saw surpassed, we sat down to a piquant breakfast, spread on deck beneath the awning. I will not attempt to remember the dishes which provoked our appetites and teased our thirst. We were happy already on the delightful claret that washed down the viands ; but, after the substantial were gone, coffee was served, and succeeded by half a dozen various cordials, the whole being appropriately capped by the foam of champagne. When the last bumper was quaffed in honor of " La Perouse" and " belle France," Captain Brulot called for his writing-desk ; when, at the instant, four men sprung up as if by enchantment behind the Mongo and myself, and grasping our arms with the gripe of a vice, held us in their clutches till the carpenter riveted a shackle on our feet. The scene passed so rapidly, — the transition from gayety to outrage was so sharp and violent, that my bewildered mind can- not now declare with certainty, whether mirth or anger prevailed at the clap-trap trick of this dramatic denouement. I am quite sure, however, that if 'I laughed at first, I very soon swore ; for I have a distinct recollection of dashing my fist in the poltroon's face before he could extemporize an explanation. 192 captain canot; or, When our limbs were perfectly secure, the French scoundrel recommenced his shrugs, bows, grins and pongees ; aud approach- ing Mr. Ormond with a sarcastic simper, apprised him that the petite comedie in which he took part, had been enacted for the collection of a trifling debt which his excellency the Mongo owed a beloved brother, who, alas ! was no longer on earth to collect it for himself ! Monsieur le Mongo, he said, would have the kindness to remember that, several years ago, his brother had left some two hundred slaves in his hands until called for ; and he would also please to take the trouble to recollect, that the said slaves had been twice sent for, and twice refused. Monsieur le Mongo must know, he continued, that there was not much law on the coast of Africa ; and that, as he had Monsieur le Mongo's pro- missory note, or due-bill, for the negroes, he thought this charm- ing little ruse would be the most amiable and practical mode of enforcing it ! Did his friend, le Mongo, intend to honor this draft ? It was properly endorsed, he would see, in favor of the bearer ; and if the esclaves were quickly forthcoming, the whole affair would pass off as agreeably and quickly as the bubbles from a champagne glass. By this time Ormond was so perfectly stupified by drink, as well as the atrocity, that he simply burst into a maudlin laugh, when I looked at him for an explanation of the charge, i, surely, was not implicated in it ; yet, when I demanded the cause of the assault upon my person, in connection with the affair, Brulot replied, with a shrug, that as I was Ormond's clerk when the note was signed, I must have had a finger in the pie ; and. inasmuch as I now possessed a factory of my own, it would doubtless be delightful to aid my ancient patron in the liquida- tion of a debt that I knew to be lawful. It was altogether useless to deny my presence in the factory, or knowledge of the transaction, which, in truth, had occurred long before my arrival on the Rio Pongo, during the clerkship of my predecessor. Still, I insisted on immediate release. An hour flew by in useless parley. But the Frenchman was firm, and swore that nothing would induce him to liberate either of us without payment of the bill. "While we were talking, a crowd TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 193 of canoes was seen shoving off from Bangalang, filled with armed men ; whereupon the excited Gaul ordered his men to quarters, and double-shotted his guns. As the first boat came within striking distance, a ball was fired across her bows, which not only sent back the advance, but made the entire fleet tack ship and steer homeward in dismay. Soon after, however, I heard the war-drum beating in Bangalang, and could see the natives mustering in great numbers along the river banks ; yet, what could undisciplined savages effect against the skinned teeth of our six-pounders ? At sunset, however, my clerk came off, with a white flag, and the captain allowed him to row alongside to receive our orders in his presence. Ormond was not yet in a state to consult as to our appropriate means of rescue from the trickster's clutches; so I directed the young man to return in the morning with changes of raiment ; but, in the mean while, to desire the villagers of both settlements to refrain from interference in our behalf. An excellent meal, with abundance of claret, was served for our entertainment, and, on a capital mattress, we passed a night of patient endurance in our iron stockings. At daylight, water and towels were served for our refresh- ment. After coffee and cigars were placed on the board, Brulot put by his sarcasm, and, in an off-hand fashion, demanded whe- ther we had come to our senses and intended to pay the debt ? My Italian blood was in a fever, and I said nothing. Ormond, however, — now entirely sober, and who was enjoying a cigar with the habitual insouciance of a mulatto, — replied quietly that he could make no promises or arrangements whilst confined on board, but if allowed to go ashore, he would fulfil his obligation in two or three days. An hour was spent by the Frenchman in pondering on the proposal ; when it was finally agreed that the Mongo should be set at liberty, provided he left, as hostages, four of his children and two of the black chiefs who visited him in my boat. The compact was sealed by the hoisting of a flag under the discharge of a blank cartridge ; and, in an hour, the pledges were in the cabin, under the eye of a sentry, while the Mongo was once more in Bangalang. 9 194 captain canot; or, These negotiations, it will be perceived, did not touch rrvy case, though I was in no manner guilty ; yet I assented to the proposal because I thought that Ormond would be better able than myself to find the requisite number of slaves at that mo- ment. I ordered my clerk, however, to press all the indifferent and useless servants in my factory, and to aid the Mongo with every slave at present in my barracoon. Before sunset of that day, this young man came aboard with fifty negroes from my establishment, and demanded my release. It was refused. Next day forty more were despatched by the Mongo ; but still my liberty was denied. I upbraided the scoundrel with his meanness, and bade him look out for the day of retribution. But he snapped his fingers at my threat as he exclaimed : " Cher ami, ce rfest que la fortune de guerre ! " It was a task of difficulty to collect the remaining one hun- dred and ten slaves among factories which had been recently drained by Cuban vessels. Many domestic menials escaped to the forest when the story became known, as they did not wish to take the place of their betters in the " French service." Thrice had the sun risen and set since I was a prisoner. During all the time, my blood tingled for revenge. I was tricked, humbled and disgraced. Never did I cease to pray for the arrival of some well-armed Spanish slaver; and, towards evening of the fourth day, lo ! the boon was granted ! That afternoon, a boat manned by negroes, passed with the Span- ish flag ; but, as there was no white man aboard, Brulot took it for a ruse of the Mongo, designed to alarm him into an uncon- ditional release of his captives. I must do the' Gaul the justice to declare, that during my confinement, he behaved like a gentleman, in supplies from the pantry and spirit room. Neither was he uncivil or unkind in his general demeanor. Indeed, he several times regretted that this was the only means in his power u to collect a promissory note on the coast of Africa ; " yet, I was not Christian enough to sympathize with the sheriff, or to return his compliments with any thing but a curse. But, now that a Spaniard was within hail, I felt a sudden lifting of the weight that was on my heart. TWENTY TEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. iW> I shouted for champagne! The steward Drought it with alac- rity, and poured with trembling hand the bumpers I drained to Saint Jago and old Spain. The infection soon spread. They be«an to believe that a rescue was at hand. The news was heard with dismay in the forecastle. Brulot alone stood obsti- nate, but indecisive. Presently, I called him to join me in a glass, and, as we drank the foaming liquid, I pledged him to another "within twenty-four hours beneath the Spanish flag." The Gaul feigned a sort of hectic hilarity as he swallowed the wine and the toast, but he could not stand the flash of revenge in my eye and burn- ing cheek, and retired to consult with his officers. 106 captain canot: ok, CHAPTEE XXVII. I slept soundly that night ; but the sun was not clear of the forest when I hobbled on deck in my shackles, and was searching the seaward horizon for my beloved Castilian. Presently the breeze began to freshen, and the tall, raking masts of a schooner were seen gliding above the tops of the mangroves that masked the Rio Pongo's mouth. Very soon the light wind and tide drifted her clear of the bends, and an anchor was let go within musket-shot of my prison, while springs were run out to the bushes to give range to her broadside. I saw at once, from her manoeuvres, that Ormond had communicated with the craft dur- ing the night. Brulot felt that his day was over. The Spaniard's decks were crowded with an alert, armed crew ; four charming little bull-dogs showed their muzzles from port holes ; while a large brass swivel, amidships, gave token of its readiness to fight or salute. For a minute or two the foiled Frenchman surveyed the scene through his glass ; then, throwing it over his shoulder, ordered the mate to strike off my " darbies." As the officer obeyed, a voice was heard from the Spaniard, commanding a boat to be sent aboard, under penalty of a shot if not instantly obeyed. The boat was lowered ; but who would man her ? The chief officer refused ; the second declined ; the French sailors TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 197 objected; the Creoles and mulattoes from St. Thomas went below ; so that no one was left to fulfil the slaver's order but Brulot or myself. " Bicn ! " said my crest-fallen cock, " it's your turn to crow, Don T6odore. Fortune seems on your side, and you are again free. Go to the devil, if you please, mon camarade, and send your imps for the slaves as soon as you want them ! " By this time the Spaniard had lighted his matches, levelled his guns, and, under the aim of his musketry, repeated the order for a boat. Seeing the danger of our party, I leaped to the bul- warks, and hailing my deliverer in Spanish, bade him desist. The request was obeyed as I threw myself into the yawl, cut the rope, and, alone, sculled the skiff to the slaver. A shout went up from the deck of my deliverer as I jumped aboard and received the cordial grasp of her commander. Ali- Ninpha, too, was there to greet and defend me with a chosen band of his people. While I was absorbed in the joy of wel- come and liberation, the African stole with his band to the Frenchman's boat, and was rapidly filling it to board the foe, when my clerk apprised me of the impending danger. I was fortunate enough to control the enraged savage, else I know not what might have been the fate of Brulot and the officers during the desertion of his mongrel and cowardly crew. The captain desired his mates to keep an eye on the Gaul while we retired to the cabin for consultation; and here I learned that I was on board the " Esperanza," consigned to me from Matanzas. In turn, I confirmed the account they had already heard of my mishap from the Mongo's messengers ; but hoped the Cuban captain would permit me to take pacific revenge after my own fashion, inasmuch as my captor— barring the irons —had behaved with uncommon civility. I had no trouble, of course, in obtaining the commander's assent to this request, though he yielded it under the evident displeasure of his crew, whose Spanish blood was up against the Frenchman, and would willingly have inflicted a signal punishment on this neutral ground. After these preliminaries, Captain Escudero and myself re- 198 CAPTAIN CANOT: OR, turned to the changed our flag for the Portuguese, before we put up our helm for the coast. A British cruiser chased us fruitlessly for two days off Sierra Leone, and enabled me not only to test the sail- ing qualities, but to get the sailing trim of the " Estrella," in perfection. So confident did I become of the speed and bottom of my gallant clipper, that I ventured, with a leading wind, to chase the first vessel I descried on the horizon, and was alto- gether deceived by the tricolor displayed at her peak. Indeed, I could not divine this novel nationality, till the speaking trum- pet apprised us that the lilies of France had taken triple hues in the hands of Louis Philippe ! Accordingly, before I squared away for Whydah, I saluted the royal republican, by lowering my flag thrice to the new divinity. I consigned the Estrella to one of the most remarkable traders that ever expanded the African traffic by his genius. Senor Da Souza, — better known on the coast and interior as Cha-cha, — was said to be a native mulatto of Rio Janeiro, whence he emigrated to Dahomey, after deserting the arms of his imperial master. I do not know how he reached Africa, but it is probable the fugitive made part of some slaver's crew, and fled from his vessel, as he had previously abandoned the military ser- vice in the delicious clime of Brazil. His parents were poor, indolent, and careless, so that Cha-cha grew up an illiterate, headstrong youth. Yet, when he touched the soil of Africa, a new life seemed infused into his veins. For a while, his days are said to have been full of misery and trouble, but the Brazil- lian slave-trade happened to receive an extraordinary impetus about that period ; and, gradually, the adventurous refugee man- aged to profit by his skill in dealing with the natives, or by acting as broker among his countrymen. Beginning in the humblest way, he stuck to trade with the utmost tenacity till he ripened into an opulent factor. The tinge of native blood that dyed his com- plexion, perhaps qualified him peculiarly for this enterprise. He TWENTY YEARS OF AX AFRICAN SLAVER. 263 loved the customs of the people. He spoke their language with the fluency of a native. He won the favor of chief after chief. He strove to be considered a perfect African among Africans ; though, among whites, he still affected the graceful address and manners of his country. In this way, little by little, Cha-cha advanced in the regard of all he dealt with, and secured the com- missions of Brazil and Cuba, while he was regarded and pro- tected as a prime favorite by the warlike king of Dahomey. Indeed, it is alleged that this noted sovereign formed a sort of devilish compact with the Portuguese factor, and supplied him with every thing he desired during life, in consideration of inher- iting his wealth when dead. But Cha-cha was resolved, while the power of enjoyment was still vouchsafed him, that all the pleasures of human life, acces- sible to money, should not be wanting in Whydah. He built a large and commodious dwelling for his residence on a beautiful spot, near the site of an abandoned Portuguese fort. He filled his establishment with every luxury and comfort that could please the fancy, or gratify the body. Wines, food, delicacies and rai- ment, were brought from Paris, London, and Havana. The finest women along the coast were lured to his settlement. Bil- liard tables and gambling halls spread their wiles, or afforded dis- traction for detained navigators. In fine, the mongrel Sybarite surrounded himself with all that could corrupt virtue, gratify passion, tempt avarice, betray weakness, satisfy sensuality, and complete a picture of incarnate slavery in Dahomey. When he sallied forth, his walk was always accompanied by considerable ceremony. An officer preceded him to clear the path ; a fool or buffoon hopped beside him ; a band of native musicians sounded their discordant instruments, and a couple of singers screamed, at the top of their voices, the most fulsome adulation of the mulatto. Numbers of vessels were, of course, required to feed this African nabob with doubloons and merchandise. Sometimes, commanders from Cuba or Brazil would be kept months in his perilous nest, while their craft cruised along the coast, in expec- tation of human cargoes. At such seasons, no expedient was left 264 captain canot; or, untried for the entertainment and pillage of wealthy or trusted idlers. If Cha-cha's board and wines made them drunkards, it was no fault of his. If rouge et noir, or monie, wen their doubloons and freight at his saloon, he regretted, but dared not interfere with the amusements of his guests. If the sirens of his harem betrayed a cargo for their favor over cards, a conve- nient fire destroyed the frail warehouse after its merchandise was secretly removed ! Cha-cha was exceedingly desirous that I should accept his hospitality. As soon as I read my invoice to him, — for he could not do it himself, — he became almost irresistible in his emprcsse- ment. Yet I declined the invitation with firm politeness, and took up my quarters on shore, at the residence of a native man- fuca, or broker. I was warned of his allurements before I left Matanzas, and resolved to keep myself and property so clear of his clutches, that our contract would either be fulfilled or remain within my control. Thus, by avoiding his table, his " hells," and the society of his dissipated sons, I maintained my business rela- tions with the slaver, and secured his personal respect so effect- ually, that, at the end of two months, four hundred and eighty prime negroes were in the bowels of La Estrella. ? 1 Da Souza died in May, 1849. Commander Forbes, R. ST., in his book on Dahomey, says that a boy and girl were decapitated and buried with him, and that three men were sacrificed on the beach at Whydah. He alleges that, although this notorious slaver died in May, the funeral honors to his memory were not yet closed in October. "The town," he says, "is still in a ferment. Three hundred of the Amazons are daily in the square, firing and dancing ; bands of Fetiche people parade the streets, headed by guinea-fowls, fowls, ducks, goats, pigeons, and pigs, on poles, alive, for sac- rifice. Much rum is distributed, and all night there is shouting, firing and dancing." — Dahomey end the Dahomans, voL i, 49. TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 265 CHAPTER XL. If I had dreamed that these recollections of my African career would ever be made public, it is probable I should have taxed my memory with many events and characteristic anecdotes, of interest to those who study the progress of mankind, and the singular manifestations of human intellect in various portions of Ethiopia. During my travels on that continent, I always found the negro a believer in some superior creative and controlling power, except among the marshes at the mouth of the Rio Pongo, where the Bagers, as I already stated, imagine that death is total annihila- tion. The Mandingoes and Fullahs have their Islamism and its Koran ; the Soosoo has his good spirits and bad ; another nation has its " pray-men " and " book-men," with their special creeds ; another relies on the omnipotence oijvju priests and fetiche wor- ship ; ' some believe in the immortality of spirit ; while others confide in the absolute translation of body. The Mahometan tribes adore the Creator, with an infinitude of ablutions, genuflex- ions, prayers, fasts, and by strictly adhering to the laws of the Prophet ; while the heathen nations resort to their adroit priests, who shield them from the devil by charms of various degree, which arc exclusively in their gift, and may consequently be im- posed on the credulous for enormous prices. 1 From the Portuguese feitipo — witchcraft. 12 266 CAPTAIN canot; or, . At Whydah I found the natives addicted to a very grovelling species of idolatry. It was their belief that the Good as well as the Evil spirit existed in living Iguanas. In the home of the man- fuca, with whom I dwelt, several of these animals were con- stantly fed and cherished as dii penates, nor was any one allowed to interfere with their freedom, or to harm them when they grew insufferably offensive. The death of one of these crawling deities is considered a calamity in the household, and grief for the rep- tile becomes as great as for a departed parent. Whilst I tarried at Whydah, an invitation came from the King of Dahomey, soliciting the presence of Cha-cha and his guests at the yearly sacrifice of human beings, whose blood is shed not only to appease an irritated god but to satiate the ap- petite of departed kings. I regret that I did not accompany the party that was present at this dreadful festival. Cha-cha des patched several of the captains who were waiting cargoes, under the charge of his own interpreters and the royal manfucas ; and from one of these eye-witnesses, whose curiosity was painfully satiated, I received a faithful account of the horrid spectacle. For three days our travellers passed through a populous re- gion, fed with abundant repasts prepared in the native villages by Cha-cha's cooks, and resting at night in hammocks suspended among the trees. On the fourth day the party reached the great capital of Abomey. to which the king had come for the bloody festival from his residence at Cannah. My friends were comfort- ably lodged for repose, and next morning presented to the sove- reign. He was a well built negro, dressed in the petticoat- trowsers of a Turk, with yellow morocco boots, while a profusion of silk shawls encircled his shoulders and waist, and a lofty cha- peau, with trailing plumes, surmounted his wool. A vast body- guard of female soldiers or amazons, armed with lances and mus- kets, surrounded his majesty. Presently, the manfucas and in- terpreters, crawling abjectly on their hands and knees to the royal feet, deposited Cha-cha's tribute and the white men's offer- ing. The first consisted of several pieces of crape, silks, and taf- feta, with a large pitcher and basin of silver ; while the latter was a trifling gift of twenty muskets and one hundred pieces of TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 267 blue dungeree. The present was gracefully accepted, and the do- nors welcomed to the sacrifice, which was delayed on account of the scarcity of victims, though orders had been given to storm a neighboring tribe to make up three hundred slaves for the fes- tival. In the mean while, a spacious house, furnished in Euro- pean style, and altogether better than the ordinary dwellings of Africa, was assigned to the strangers. Liberty was also given them to enter wherever they pleased, and take what they wished, inasmuch as all his subjects, male and female, were slaves whom he placed at the white men's disposal. The sixth of May was announced as the beginning of the sa- crificial rites, which were to last five days. Early in the morn- ing, two hundred females of the amazonian guard, naked to the waist, but richly ornamented with beads and rings at every joint of their oiled and glistening limbs, appeared in the area before the king's palace, armed with blunt cutlasses. Very soon the sovereign made his appearance, when the band of war- riors began their manoeuvres, keeping pace, with rude but not un- martial skill, to the native drum and flute. A short distance from the palace, within sight of the square, a fort or inclosure, about nine feet high, had been built of adobt, and surrounded by a pile of tall, prickly briers. Within this barrier, secured to stakes, stood fifty captives who were to be immolated at the opening of the festival. When the drill of the amazons and the royal review were over, there was, for a consi- derable time, perfect silence in the ranks and throughout the vast multitude of spectators. Presently, at a signal from the king, one hundred of the women departed at a run, brandishing their weapons and yelling their war-cry, till, heedless of the thorny barricade, they leaped the walls, lacerating their flesh in crossing the prickly impediment. The delay was short. Fifty of these female demons, with torn limbs and bleeding faces, quickly return- ed, and offered their howling victims to the king. It was now the duty of this personage to begin the sacrifice with his royal hand. Calling the female whose impetuous daring had led her foremost across the thorns, he took a glittering sword from her grasp, and in an instant the head of the first victim fell to tho 268 CAPTAIN CANOT j OR, dust. The weapon was then returned to the woman, who, hand- ing it to the white men, desired them to unite in the brutal deed ! The strangers, however, not only refused, but, sick at heart, abandoned the scene of butchery, which lasted, they understood, till noon, when the amazons were dismissed to their barracks, reeking with rum and blood. I have limited the details of this barbarity to the initial cru- elties, leaving the reader's imagination to fancy the atrocities that followed the second blow. It has always been noticed that the sight of blood, which appals a civilized man, serves to excite and enrage the savage, till his frantic passions induce him to mutilate his victims, even as a tiger becomes furious after it has torn the first wound in its prey. For five days the strangers were doomed to hear the yells of the storming amazons as they assailed the fort for fresh victims. On the sixth the sacrifice was over : — the divinity was appeased, and quiet reigned again in the streets of Abomey. Our travellers were naturally anxious to quit a court where such abominations were regarded as national and religious du- ties ; but before they departed, his majesty proposed to accord them a parting interview. He received the strangers with cere- monious politeness, and called their attention to the throne or royal seat upon which he had coiled his limbs. The chair is said to have been an heir-loom of at least twenty generations. Each leg of the article rests on the skull of some native king or chief, and such is the fanatical respect for the brutal usages of an- tiquity, that every three years the people of Dahomey are obliged to renew the steadiness of the stool by the fresh skulls of some noted princes ! I was not long enough at Whydah to observe the manners and customs of the natives with much care, still, as well as I nowTe- member, there was great similarity to the habits of other tribes. The male lords it over the weaker sex, and as a man is valued according to the quantity of his wives ; polygamy, even among TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 269 civilized residents, is carried to a greater excess than elsewhere. Female chastity is not insisted on as in the Mandingo and Soosoo districts, but the husband contents himself with the seeming con- tinence of his mistresses. Sixty or seventy miles south of Why- dah, the adulterous wife of a chief is stabbed in the presence of her relations. Here, also, superstition has set up the altar of humau sacrifice, but the divinity considers the offering of a sin- gle virgin sufficient for all its requirements. Some years after my visit to Whydah, it happened that my traffic called me to Lagos at the season of this annual festival, so that I became an unwilling witness of the horrid scene. When the slender crescent of the November moon is first ob- served, an edict goes forth from the king that his Juju-man, or high-priest, will go his annual round through the town, and dur- ing his progress it is strictly forbidden for any of his subjects to remain out of doors after sunset. Such is the terror with which the priests affect to regard the sacred demon, that even the fires are extinguished in their houses. Towards midnight the Juju-man issued from a sacred gree- gree bush or grove, the entrance to which is inhibited to all ne- groes who do not belong to the religious brotherhood. The costume of the impostor is calculated to inspire his countrymen with fear. He was clad in a garment that descended from his waist to his heels like a petticoat or skirt, made of long black fur ; a cape of the same material was clasped round his neck and covered his elbows ; a gigantic hood which bristled with all the ferocity of a grenadier's cap, covered his head ; his hands were disguised in tiger's paws, while a frightful mask, with sharp nose, thin lips, and white color, concealed his face. He was accompanied by ten stout barbarians, dressed and masked like himself, each sounding some discordant instrument. Every door, by law, is required to be left ajar for the free access of the Juju, but as soon as the horrid noise is heard approaching from the tabooed grove, each inhabitant falls to the ground, with eyes in the dust, to avoid even a look from the irritated spirit. A victim is always agreed upon by the priests and the author- ities before they leave the grcegree bush, yet to instil a greater 270 captain canot; or, degree of superstitious terror, the frightful Juju, as if in doubt, promenades the town till daylight, entering a house now and then, and sometimes committing a murder or two to augment the panic. At dawn the home of the victim, — who, of course, is al- ways the handsomest virgin in the settlement, — is reached, and the Juju immediately seizes and carries her to a place of conceal- ment. Under pain of death her parents and friends are denied the privilege of uttering a complaint, or even of lifting their heads from the dust. Next day the unfortunate mother must seem ignorant of her daughter's doom, or profess herself proud of the Juju's choice. Two days pass without notice of the vic- tim. On the third, at the river side, the king meets his fanatical subjects, clad in their choicest raiment, and wearing their sweet- est smiles. A band of music salutes the sovereign, and suddenly the poor victim, no longer a virgin and perfectly denuded, is brought forward by a wizard, who is to act the part of execution- er. The living sacrifice moves slowly with measured steps, but is no more to be recognized even by her nearest relatives, for face, body, and limbs, are covered thickly with chalk. As soon as she halts before the king, her hands and feet are bound to a bench near the trunk of a tree. The executioner then takes his stand, and with uplifted eyes and arms, seems to invoke a bless- ing on the people, while with a single blow of his blade, her head is rolled into the river. The bleeding trunk, laid carefully on a mat, is placed beneath a large tree to remain till a spirit shall bear it to the land of rest, and at night it is secretly removed by the priesthood. It is gratifying to know that these Jujus, who in Africa as- sume the prerogatives of divinity, are only the principals of a religious fraternity who from time immemorial have constituted a secret society in this part of Ethiopia, for the purpose of sustain- ing their kings and ruling the people through their superstition. By fear and fanaticism these brutal priests exact confessions from ignorant negroes, which, in due time, are announced to the public as divinations of the oracle. The members of the society are the depositories of many secrets, tricks, and medical prepara- TWENTY YfZIRS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 271 tions, by which they are enabled to paralyze the body as well as affect the mind of their victim. The king and his chiefs are gen- erally supreme in this brotherhood of heathen superstition, and the purity of the sacrificed virgin, in the ceremony just described, was unquestionably yielded to her brutal prince. 272 captain ca>'ot; o&, CHAPTER XLI. I have always regretted that I left Whydah on my Homeward voyage without interpreters to aid in the necessary intercourse with our slaves. There was no one on board who understood a word of their dialect. Many complaints from the negroes that would have been dismissed or satisfactorily adjusted, had we comprehended their vivacious tongues and grievances, were pass- ed over in silence or hushed with the lash. Indeed, the whip alone was the emblem of La Estrella's discipline ; and in the end it taught me the saddest of lessons. From the beginning there was manifest discontent among the slaves. I endeavored at first to please and accommodate them by a gracious manner ; but manner alone is not appreciated by untamed Africans. A few days after our departure, a slave leap- ed overboard in a fit of passion, and another choked himself dur- ing the night. These two suicides, in twenty-four hours, caused much uneasiness among the oflicers, and induced me to make every preparation for a revolt. We had been at sea about three weeks without further dis- turbance, and there was so much merriment among the gangs that were allowed to come on deck, that my apprehensions of danger began gradually to wear away. Suddenly, however, one fair afternoon, a squall broke forth from an almost cloudless sky ; TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 273 and as the boatswain's whistle piped all hands to take in sail, a simultaneous rush was made by the confined slaves at all the after-gratiugs, and amid the confusion of the rising gale, they knocked down the guard and poured upon deck. The sentry at the fore-hatch seized the cook's axe, and sweeping it round him like a scythe, kept at bay the band that sought to emerge from below him. Meantime, the women in the cabin were not idle. Seconding the males, they rose in a body, and the helms- man was forced to stab several with his knife before he could drive them below again. About forty stalwart devils, yelling and grinning with all the savage ferocity of their wilderness, were now on deck, armed with staves of broken water-casks, or billets of wood, found in the hold. The suddenness of this outbreak did not appal me, for, in the dangerous life of Africa, a trader must bo always admonished and never off his guard. The blow that prostrated the first white man was the earliest symptom I detected of the revolt ; but, in an instant, I had the arm-chest open on the quar- ter-deck, and the mate and steward beside me to protect it Matters, however, did not stand so well forward of the main- mast. Four of the hands were disabled by clubs, while the rest defended themselves and the wounded as well as they could with handspikes, or whatever could suddenly be clutched. I had always charged the cook, on such an emergency, to distribute from his coppers a liberal supply of scalding water upon the belligerents ; and, at the first sign of revolt, he endeavored to baptize the heathen with his steaming slush. But dinner had been over for some time, so that the lukewarm liquid only irri- tated the savages, one of whom laid the unfortunate u doctor " bleeding in the scuppers. All this occurred in perhaps less time than I have taken to tell it ; yet, rapid as was the transaction, I saw that, between the squall with its flying sails, and the revolt with its raving blacks, we would soon be in a desperate plight, unless 1 gave the order to shoot. Accordingly, I told my comrades to aim low and Jire at once. Our carabines had been purposely loaded with buck-shot, to 12 # 274 CAPTAIN CANOT : OR, suit such an occasion, so that the first two discharges brought several of the rebels to their knees. Still, the unharmed neither fled nor ceased brandishing their weapons. Two more discharges drove them forward amongst the mass of my crew, who had retreated towards the bowsprit ; but, being reinforced by the boatswain and carpenter, we took command of the hatches so effectually, that a dozen additional discharges among the ebony legs, drove the refractory to their quarters below. It was time ; for sails, ropes, tacks, sheets, and blocks, were flapping, dashing, and rolling about the masts and decks, threat- ening us with imminent danger from the squall. In a short time, every thing was made snug, the vessel put on our course, and at- tention paid to the mutineers, who had begun to fight among themselves in the hold ! I perceived at once, by the infuriate sounds proceeding from below, that it would not answer to venture in their midst by descending through the hatches. Accordingly, we discharged the women from their quarters under a guard on deck, and sent several resolute and well-armed hands to remove a couple of boards from the bulk-head, that separated the cabin from the hold. When this was accomplished, a party entered, on hands and knees, through the aperture, and began to press the muti- neers forward towards the bulk-head of the forecastle. Still, the rebels were hot for fight to the last, and boldly defended themselves with their staves against our weapons. By this time, our lamed cook had rekindled his fires, and the water was once more boiling. The hatches were kept open but guarded, and all who did not fight were suffered to come singly on deck, where they were tied. As only about sixty remained below engaged in conflict, or defying my party of sappers and miners, I ordered a number of auger-holes to be bored in the deck, as the scoundrels were forced forward near the forecastle, when a few buckets of boiling water, rained on them through the fresh apertures, brought the majority to submission. Still, how- ever, two of the most savage held out against water as well as fire. I strove as long as possible to save their lives, but their resistance was so prolonged and perilous, that we were obliged to disarm them /or ever by a couple of pistol shots. TWENTY YEARS OP AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 275 So ended the sad revolt of " La Estrella," in which two of my men were seriously wounded, while twenty-eight balls and buckshot were extracted, with sailors' skill, from the lower limbs of the slaves. One woman and three men perished of blows received in the conflict ; but none were deliberately slain except the two men, who resisted unto death. I could never account for this mutiny, especially as the blacks from Ayudah and its neighborhood are distinguished for their humble manners and docility. There can be no doubt that the entire gang was not united or concerned in the original out- break, else we should have had harder work in subduing them, amid the risk and turmoil of a West Indian squall. 276 CAPTAIN CANOT ; OR, CHAPTEK XLII. There was very little comfort on board La Estrella, after the suppression of this revolt. We lived with a pent-up volcano beneath us, and, day and night, we were ceaselessly vigilant. Terror reigned supreme, and the lash was its sceptre. At last, we made land at Porto Rico, and were swiftly pass- ing its beautiful shores, when the inspector called my attention to the appearance of one of our attendant slaves, whom we had drilled as a sort of cabin-boy. He was a gentle, intelligent child, and had won the hearts of all the officers. His pulse was high, quick and hard ; his face and eyes red and swollen ; while, on his neck, I detected half a dozen rosy pimples. He was sent immediately to the forecastle, free from contact with any one else, and left there, cut off from the crew, till I could guard against pestilence. It was smallpox ! The boy passed a wretched night of fever and pain, develop- ing the malady with all its horrors. It is very likely that I slept as badly as the sufferer, for my mind was busy with his doom. Daylight found me on deck in consultation with our veteran boatswain, whose experience in the trade authorized the highest respect for his opinion. Hardened as he was, the old man's eyes filled, his lips trembled, and his voice was husky, as he whispered the verdict in my ear. I guessed it before he said TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 277 a word ; yet I hoped he would have counselled against the dread alternative. As we went aft to the quarter-deck, all eyes were bent upon us, for every one conjectured the malady and feared the result, yet none dared ask a question. I ordered a general inspection of the slaves, yet when a favorable report was made, I did not rest content, and descended to examine each one personally. It was true ; the child was alone infected ! For half an hour, I trod the deck to and fro restlessly, and caused the crew to subject themselves to inspection. But my sailors were as healthy as the slaves. There was no symptom that indicated approaching danger. I was disappointed again. A single case — a single sign of peril in any quarter, would have spared the poison ! That evening, in the stillness of night, a trembling hand stole forward to the afflicted boy with a potion that knows no waking. In a few hours, all was over. Life and the pestilence were crushed together ; for a necessary murder had been committed, and the poor victim was beneath the blue water ! I am not superstitious, but a voyage attended with such calamities could not end happily. Incessant gales and head winds, unusual in this season and latitude, beset us so obsti- nately, that it became doubtful whether our food and water would last till we reached Matanzas. To add to our risks and misfortunes, a British corvette espied our craft, and gave chase off Cape Maize. All day long she dogged us slowly, but, at night, I tacked off shore, with the expectation of eluding my pursuer. Day dawn, however, revealed her again on our track, though this time we had unfortunately fallen to leeward. Ac- cordingly, I put La Estrella directly before the wind, and ran till dark with a fresh breeze, when I again dodged the cruiser, and made for the Cuban coast. But the Briton seemed to scent niy track, for sunrise revealed him once more in chase. The wind lulled that night to a light breeze, yet the red 278 captain canot; ob, clouds and haze in the east betokened a gale from that quarter before meridian. A longer pursuit must have given considerable advantage to the enemy, so that my best reliance, I calculated, was in making the small harbor near St. Jago, now about twenty miles distant, where I had already landed two cargoes. The corvette was then full ten miles astern. My resolution to save the cargo and lose the vessel was promptly made ;— orders were issued to strike from the slaves the irons they had constantly worn since the mutiny ,• the boats were made ready ; and every man prepared his bag for a rapid launch. On dashed the cruiser, foaming at the bows, under the im- petus of the rising gale, which struck him some time before it reached us. We were not more than seven miles apart when the first increased pressure on our sails was felt, and every thing was set and braced to give it the earliest welcome. Then came the tug and race for the beach, three miles ahead. But, under such circumstances, it was hardly to be expected that St. George could carry the day. Still, every nerve was strained to effect the purpose. Regardless of the gale, reef after reef was let out while force pumps moistened his sails ; yet nothing was gained. Three miles against seven were too much odds ; — and, with a slight move of the helm, and u letting all fly," as we neared the line of surf, to break her headway, La Estrella was fairly and safely beached. The sudden shock snapped her mainmast like a pipe-stem, but, as no one was injured, in a twinkling the boats were over- board, crammed with women and children, while a stage was rigged from the bows to the strand, so that the males, the crew and the luggage were soon in charge of my old haciendado. Prompt as we were, we were not sufficiently so for the cruiser. Half our cargo was ashore when she backed her top-sails off the mouth of the little bay, lowered her boats, filled them with boarders, and steered towards our craft. The delay of half a mile's row gave us time to cling still longer to the wreck, so that, when the boats and corvette began to fire, we wished them joy of their bargain over the remnant of our least valuable ne- TWENTY TEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 279 groes. The rescued blacks are now, in all likelihood, citizens of Jamaica ; but, under the influence of the gale, La Estrella made a very picturesque bonfire, as we saw it that night from the azotta of our landlord's domicile. 280 captain canot; or. CHAPTEK XLIII. Disastrous as was this enterprise, both on the sea and in the counting-house, a couple of months found me on board a splendid clipper, — born of the famous waters of the Chesapeake, — delighting in the name of " Aguila de Oro," or " Golden Eagle," and spin- ning out of the Cape de Verds on a race with a famous West In- dian privateer. The " Montesquieu " was the pride of Jamaica for pluck and sailing, when folks of her character were not so unpopular as of late among the British Islands ; and many a banter passed be- tween her commander and myself, while I was unsuccessfully waiting till the governor resolved his conscientious difficulties about the exchange of flags. At last I offered a bet of five hun- dred dollars against an equal sum ; and next day a bag with the tempting thousand was tied to the end of my mainboom, with an invitation for the boaster to " follow and take." It was under- stood that, once clear of the harbor, the " Aguila " should have five minutes' start of the Montesquieu, after which we were to crowd sail and begin the race. The contest was quickly noised throughout the port, and the captains smacked their lips over the dejeuner promised by the boaster out of the five hundred dollars won from the " Yankee nutshell." Accordingly, when all was ready and the breeze fa- TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 281 vored, the eastern cliffs of the Isle were crowded with spectators to witness the regatta. As we were first at sea and clear of the harbor, we delayed for our antagonist ; and without claiming the conceded start of five minutes, did not shoot ahead till our rival was within musket shot. But then the tug began with a will ; and as the Aguila led, I selected her most favorable trim and kept her two points free. The Montesquieu did the same, but confident of her speed, did not spread all her canvas that would draw. The error, how- ever, was soon seen. Our Chesapeake clipper crawled off as if her opponent was at anchor ; and in a jiffy every thing that 'could be carried was sheeted home and braced to a hair. The breeze was steady and strong. Soon the island was cleared entirely ; and by keeping away another point, I got out of the Aguila her utmost capacity as a racer. As she led off, the Montesquieu fol- lowed, — but glass by glass, and hour by hour, the distance be- tween us increased, till at sunset the boaster's hull was below the horizon, and my bag taken in as a lawful prize. I did not return to Praya after this adventure, but keeping on towards the coast, in four days entered the Rio Salum, an in- dependent river between the French island of Goree and the British possessions on the Gambia. No slaver had haunted this stream for many a year, so that I was obliged to steer my mos- quito pilot-boat full forty miles in the interior, through man- groves and forests, till I struck the trading ground of "the king." After three days' parley I had just concluded my bargain with his breechless majesty, when a " barker " greeted me with the cheerless message that the " Aguila " was surrounded by man-of- war boats ! It was true ; but the mate refused an inspection of his craft on neutral ground, and the naval folks departed. Never- theless, a week after, when I had just completed my traffic, I was seized by a gang of the treacherous king's own people ; delivered to the second lieutenant of a French corvette — " La Bayon- naise ; " — and my lovely little Eagle caged as her lawful prey ! I confess I have never been able to understand the legal mer its of this seizure, so far as the act of the French officers was 282 CAPTAIN canot; or, concerned, as no treaty existed between France and Spain for the suppression of slavery. The reader will not be surprised to learn, therefore, that there was a very loud explosion of wrath among my men when they found themselves prisoners ; nor was their fury diminished when our whole band was forced into a dungeon at Goree, which, for size, gloom, and closeness, vied with the celebrated black hole of Calcutta. For three days were we kept in this filthy receptacle, in a burning climate, without communication with friends or inhabit- ants, and on scanty fare, till it suited the local authorities to transfer us to San Luis, on the Senegal, in charge of a file of marines, on board our own vessel ! San Luis is the residence of the governor and the seat of the colonial tribunal, and here again we were incarcerated in a military cachot, till several merchants who knew me on the Rio Pongo, interfered, and had us removed to better quarters in the military hospital. I soon learned that there was trouble among the natives. A war had broken out among some of the Moorish tribes, some two hundred miles up the Senegal, and my Aguila was a godsend to the Frenchmen, who needed just such a light craft to guard their returning flotilla with merchandise from Ga- tam. Accordingly, the craft was armed, manned, and despatch- ed on this expedition without waiting the decree of a court as to the lawfulness of her seizure ! Meanwhile, the sisters of charity — those angels of devoted mercy, who do not shun even the heats and pestilence of Africa, — made our prison life as comfortable as possible ; and had we not seen gratings at the windows, or met a sentinel when we at- tempted to go out, we might have considered ourselves valetudi- narians instead of convicts. A month oozed slowly away in these headquarters of suffering, before a military sergeant apprised us that he had been elevatcc to the dignity of the long-robe, and appointed our counsel in the approaching trial. No other lawyer was to be had in the colony for love or money, and, perhaps, our military man might have acquitted himself as well as the best, had not his superiors often imposed silence on him during the argument. TWENTY YEARS OP AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 283 By this time the nimble Aguila had made two most service- able trips under the French officers, and proved so valuable to the Gallic government that no one dreamed of recovering her. The colonial authorities had two alternatives under the circumstances, — either to pay for or condemn her, — and as they knew I would not be willing to take the craft again after the destruction of my voyage, the formality of a trial was determined to legalize the condemnation. It was necessary, however, even in Africa, to show that I had violated the territory of the French colony by trading in slaves, and that the Aguila had been caught in the act. * I will not attempt a description of the court scene, in which my military friend was browbeaten by the prosecutor, the prose- cutor by the judge, and the judge by myself. After various out- and absurdities, a Mahometan slave was allowed to be sworn as a witness against me ; whereupon I burst forth with a torrent of argument, defence, abuse, and scorn, till a couple of soldiers were called to keep my limbs and tongue in forensic order. But the deed was done. The foregone conclusion was for- mally announced. The Aguila de Oro became King Louis Phi- lippe's property, while my men were condemned to two, my officers to five, and Don Teodor himself, to ten years' confinement in the central prisons of la belle France ! Such was the style of colonial justice in the reign of le roi bourgeois ! My sentence aroused the indignation of many respectable mer- lants at San Luis ; and, of course, I did not lack kindly visits the stronghold to which I was reconducted. It was found to entirely useless to attack the sympathy of the tribunal, either procure a rehearing of the cause or mitigation of the judg- ient. Presently, a generous friend introduced a saw suitable to iscuss the toughness of iron bars, and hinted that on the night rhen my window gratings were severed, a boat might be found raiting to transport mo to the opposite shore of the river, whence independent chief would convey me on camels to Gambia. I know not how it was that the government got wind of my 284 captain canot; or, projected flight, but it certainly did, and we were sent on board a station ship lying in the stream. Still my friends did not abandon me. I was apprised that a party, — bound on a shooting frolic down the river on the first foggy morning, — would visit the commander of the hulk, — a noted bon-vivant, — and while the vessel was surrounded by a crowd of boats, I might slip over- board amid the confusion. Under cover of the dense mist that shrouds the surface of an African river at dawn, I could easily elude even a ball if sent after me, and when I reached the shore, a canoe would be ready to convey me to a friendly ship. The scheme was peculiarly feasible, as the captain happened to be a good fellow, and allowed me unlimited liberty about his vessel. Accordingly, when the note had been duly digested, I called my officers apart, and proposed their participation in my escape. The project was fully discussed by the fellows ; but the risk of swimming, even in a fog, under the muzzles of muskets, was a danger they feared encountering. I perceived at once that it would be best to free myself entirely from the encumbrance of such chicken-hearted lubbers, so I bade them take their own course, but divided three thousand francs in government bills among the gang, and presented my gold pocket chronometer to the mate. Next morning an impervious fog laid low on the bosom of the Senegal, but through its heavy folds I detected the measured beat of approaching oars, till five boats, with a sudden rush, dashed alongside us with their noisy and clamorous crews. Just at this very moment a friendly hand passed through my arm, and a gentle tone invited me to a quarter-deck prome- nade. It was our captain ! There was, of course, no possibility of declining the proffered civility, for during the whole of my detention on board, the com- mander had treated me with the most assiduous politeness. " Mon cher Canot,' 1 '' said he, as soon as we got aft, — "you seem to take considerable interest in these visitors of ours, and I wish from the bottom of my heart that you could join the sport ; but, unfortunately for you, these gentlemen will not effect theit purpose ! " TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 285 As I did not entirely comprehend, — though I rather guessed, — his precise meaning, I made an evasive answer ; and, arm in arm I was led from the deck to the cabin. When we were per- fectly alone, he pointed to a seat, and frankly declared that I had been betrayed by a Judas to his sergeant of marines ! I was taken perfectly aback, as I imagined myself almost free, yet the loss of liberty did not paralyze me as much as the perfidy of my men. Like a stupid booby, I stood gazing with a fixed stare at the captain, when the cabin door burst open, and with a shout of joyous merriment the hunters rushed in to greet their comrade. My dress that morning was a very elaborate neglige". I had purposely omitted coat, braces, stockings and shoes, so that my privateer costume of trowsers and shirt was not calculated for the reception of strangers. It was natural, therefore, that the first sally of my friendly liberators should be directed against my toilette ; I parried it, however, as adroitly as my temper would allow, by reproaching them with their " unseasonable visit, before I could complete the bath which they saw I was prepared for ! " The hint was understood ; but the captain thought proper to tell the entire tale. No man, he said, would have been happier than he, had I escaped before the treachery. My friends were entreated not to risk further attempts, which might subject me to severe restraints ; and my base comrades were forthwith sum- moned to the cabin, where, in presence of the merchants, they were forced to disgorge the three thousand francs and the chro- nometer. " But this," said Captain Z , " is not to be the end of the comedy, — en avant, messieurs ! " as he led the way to the mess-room, where a sumptuous dejeuner was spread for officers and huntsmen, and over its fragrant fumes my disappointment was, for a while, forgotten. 286 captain canot; or. CHAPTER XLIV. For fifteen days more the angry captive bit his thumbs on the taffrail of the guard-ship, and gazed either at vacancy or the waters of the Senegal. At the end of that period, a gunboat transferred our convict party to the frigate Flora, whose first lieutenant, to whom I had been privately recom- mended, separated me immediately from my men. The scoun- drels were kept close prisoners during the whole voyage to France, while my lot was made as light as possible, under the severe sentence awarded at San Luis. The passage was short. At Brest, they landed me privately, while my men and officers were paraded through the streets at mid-day, under a file of gens (Parities. I am especially grateful to the commander of this frigate, who alleviated my sufferings by his generous demeanor in every respect, and whose repre- sentations to the government of France caused my sentence to be subsequently modified to simple imprisonment. I have so many pleasant recollections of this voyage as a convict in the Flora, that I am loth to recount the following anecdote ; yet I hardly think it ought to be omitted, for it is characteristic in a double aspect. It exhibits at once the chival- ric courtesy and the coarse boorishness of some classes in the naval service of France, at the period I am describing. TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 287 On board our frigate there were two Sisters of Charity, who were returning to their parent convent in France, after five years of colonial self-sacrifice in the pestilential marshes of Africa. These noble women lodged in a large state-room, built expressly for their use and comfort on the lower battery-deck, and, accord- ing to the ship's rule, were entitled to mess with the lieutenants in their wardroom. It so happened, that among the officers, there was one of those vulgar dolts, whose happiness consists in making others as uncomfortable as possible, both by bullying manners and lewd conversation. He seemed to delight in losing no op- portunity to offend the ladies while at table, by ridiculing their calling and piety ; yet, not content with these insults, which the nuns received with silent contempt, he grew so bold on one occa- sion, in the midst of dinner, as to burst forth with a song so gross, that it would have disgraced the orgies of a cabaret. The Sisters instantly arose, and, next morning, refused their meals in the wardroom, soliciting the steward to supply them a sailor's ration in their cabin, where they might be free from dishonor. But the charitable women were soon missed from mess, and when the steward's report brought the dangerous idea of a court- martial before the terrified imagination of the vulgarians, a prompt resolve was made to implore pardon for the indecent offi- cer, before the frigate's captain could learn the outrage. It is needless to add that the surgeon — who was appointed ambassa- dor — easily obtained the mercy of these charitable women, and that, henceforth, our lieutenants' wardroom was a model of social propriety. The Prison of Brest. I was not very curious in studying the architecture of the strong stone lock-up, to which they conducted me in the stern and ugly old rendezvous of Brest. I was sick as soon as I beheld it from our deck. The entrance to the harbor, through the long, narrow, rocky strait, defended towards the sea by a 288 captain canot; or, frowning castle, and strongly fortified towards the land, looked to me like passing through the throat of a monster, who was to swallow me for ever. But I had little time for observation or reflection on external objects, — my business was with interiors : and when the polite midshipman with whom I landed bade fare- well, it was only to transfer me to the concierge of a prison within the royal arsenal. Here I was soon joined by the crew and officers. For a while, I rejected their penitence; but a man who is suddenly swept from the wild liberty of Africa, and doomed for ten years to penitential seclusion, becomes wonder- fully forgiving when loneliness eats into his hea'rt, and eternal silence makes the sound of his own voice almost insupportable. One by one, therefore, was restored at least to sociability ; so that, when I embraced the permission of our keeper to quit my cell, and move about the prison bounds, I found myself sur- rounded by seventy or eighty marines and seamen, who were undergoing the penalties of various crimes. The whole estab- lishment was under the surveillance of a naval commissary, sub- ject to strict regulations. In due time, two spacious rooms were assigned for my gang, while the jailer, who turned out to be an amphibious scamp, — half sailor, half soldier, — assured us, " on the honor of a vieux militaire" that his entire jurisdiction should be our limits so long as we behaved with propriety. Next day I descended to take exercise in a broad court-yard, over whose lofty walls the fresh blue sky looked temptingly ; and was diligently chewing the cud of bitter fancies, when a stout elderly man, in shabby uniform, came to a military halt before me, and, abruptly saluting in regulation style, desired the favor of a word. " Pardon, mon brave 1 " said the intruder, " but I should be charmed if Monsieur le capitaine will honor me by the informa- tion whether it has been his lot to enjoy the accommodations of a French prison, prior to the unlucky mischance which gives the delight of his society ! " " No," said I, sulkily. " Encore" continued the questioner, " will it be disa- greeable, if I improve this opportunity, by apprising Monsieur TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 289 le capitaine, on the part of our companions and comrades, of the regulations of this royal institution ? " " By no means,'' returned I, somewhat softer. " Then, mon ciur, the sooner you are initiated into the mys- teries of the craft the better, and no one will go through the ceremony more explicitly, briefly and satisfactorily, than myself — le Caporal Blon. First of all, mon brave, and most indispen- sable, as your good sense will teach you, it is necessary that every new comer is bound to pay his footing among the " govern- ment boarders ; " and as you, Monsieur le capitaine, seem to be the honored chef of this charming little squadron, I will make bold to thank you for a Louis d y or, or a Napolco?i, to insure your welcome." The request was no sooner out than complied with. " Bien I " continued the corporal, " ccst un bon enfant, parbleu ! Now, I have but one more mysttre to impart, and that is a regulation which no clever chap disregards. We are companions in misery ; we sleep beneath one roof ; we eat out of one kettle ; — in fact, nous sommes frires, and the secrets of brothers are sacred, within these walls, from jailers and turn- keys ! " As he said these words, he pursed up his mouth, bent his eyes scrutinizingly into mine, and laying his finger on his lip, brought his right hand once more, with a salute, to the oily rem- nant of a military cap. I was initiated. I gave the required pledge for my party, and, in return, was assured that, in any enterprise undertaken for our escape, — which seemed to be the great object and concern of every body's prison-life, — we should be assisted and protected by our fellow-sufferers. Most of this day was passed in our rooms, and, at dark, after being mustered and counted, we were locked up for the night. For some time we moped and sulked, according to the fashion of all new convicts, but, at length, we sallied forth in a body to the court yard, determined to take the world as it went, and make the best of a bad bargain. I soon fell into a pleasant habit of chatting familiarly with 13 290 CAPTAIN CANOT ; OR, old Corporal Blon, who was grand chamberlain, or master of cere» monies, to our penal household, and turned out to be a good fellow, though a frequent offender against " le cog de France." Blon drew me to a seat in the sunshine, which I enjoyed, after shivering in the cold apartments of the prison ; and, stepping off among the prisoners, began to bring them up for introduction to Don Teodor, separately. First of all, I had the honor of re- ceiving Monsieur Laramie, a stout, stanch, well-built marine, who professed to be tnaitre d'armes of our " royal boarding- house," and tendered his services in teaching me the use of rapier and broadsword, at the rate of a franc per week. Next came a burly, beef-eating bully, half sailor, half lubber, who ap- proached with a swinging gait, and was presented asfrere Zouche, teacher of single stick, who was also willing to make me skilful in my encounters with foot-pads for a reasonable salary. Then followed a dancing-master, a tailor, a violin-teacher, a shoe- maker, a letter-writer, a barber, a clothes-washer, and various other useful and reputable tradespeople or professors, all of whom expressed anxiety to inform my mind, cultivate my taste, expedite my correspondence, delight my ear, and improve my appearance, for weekly stipends. I did not, at first, understand precisely the object of all their ceremonious appeals to my purse, but I soon discovered from Corporal Blon, — who desired an early discount of his note, — that I was looked on as a sort of Don Magnifico from Africa, who had saved an immense quantity of gold from ancient traffic, all of which I could command, in spite of imprisonment. So I thought it best not to undeceive the industrious wretches, and, accordingly, dismissed each of them with a few kind words, and promised to accept their offers when I became a little more familiar with my quarters. After breakfast, I made a tour of the corridors, to see whether the representations of my morning courtiers were true ; and found the shoemakers and tailors busy over toeless boots and patchwork garments. One alcove contained the violinist and dancing-master, giving lessons to several scapegraces in the terpsichorean art ; in another was the letter-writer, laboriously TWENTY TEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVEK. 291 adorning a sheet with cupids, hearts, flames, and arrows, while a love-lorn booby knelt beside him, dictating a message to his mistress ; in a hall I found two pupils of Monsieur Laramie at quart and tierce ; in the corridors I came upon a string of tables, filled with cigars, snuff, writing-paper, ink, pens, wax, wafers, nee- dles and thread ; while, in the remotest cell, I discovered a pawn- broker and gambling-table. Who can doubt that a real Gaul knows how to kill time, when he is unwillingly converted into a " government boarder," and transfers the occupations, amuse- ments, and vices of life, to the recesses of a prison ! Very soon after my incarceration at Brest, I addressed a memorial to the Spanish consul, setting forth the afflictions of twenty-two of his master's subjects, and soliciting the interfer- ence of our ambassador at Paris. We were promptly visited by the consul and an eminent lawyer, who asserted his ability to stay proceedings against the ratification of our sentence ; but, as the Spanish minister never thought fit to notice our misfortunes, the efforts of the lawyer and the good will of our consul were ineffectual. Three months glided by, while I lingered at Brest ; yet my heart did not sink with hope delayed, for the natural buoyancy of my spirit sustained me, and I entered with avidity upon all the schemes and diversions of our stronghold. Blon kept me busy discounting his twenty sous notes, which I afterwards always took care to lose to him at cards. Then I patronized the dancing-master; took two months' lessons with Laramie and Zouche; caused my shoes to be thoroughly mended ; had my clothes repaired and scoured ; and, finally, patronized all the various industries of my comrades, to the extent of two hun- dred francs. Suddenly, in the midst of these diversions, an order came for our immediate transfer to the civil prison of Brest, a gloomy tower in the walled chateau of that detestable town. 292 captain canot; or, CHAPTER XLV. I was taken from one prison to the other in a boat, and once more spared the mortification of a parade tbrongh the streets, under a guard of soldiers. A receipt was given for the whole squad to the brigadier who chaperoned us. My men were summarily distributed by the jailer among the cells already filled with common malefactors ; but, as the appearance of the officers indicated the possession of cash, the turnkey offered " la salle de distinction " for our use, provided we were satisfied with a monthly rent of ten francs. I thought the French government was bound to find suitable accommodations for an involuntary guest, and that it was rather hard to imprison me first, and make me pay board afterwards ; but, on reflection, I concluded to accept the offer, hard as it was, and, accordingly, we took possession of a large apartment, with two grated windows looking upon a narrow and sombre court- yard. We had hardly entered the room, when a buxom woman fol- lowed with the deepest curtseys, and declared herself " most happy to have it in her power to supply us with beds and bed- ding, at ten sous per day." She apprised us, moreover, that the daily prison fare consisted of two pounds and a half of black bread, with water a discretion, but if we wished, she might intro TWENTY YEAKS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 293 duce the vivandiere of the regiment, stationed in the chateau, who would supply our meals twice a day from the mess of the petty officers. M y money had not been seriously moth-eaten during our pre- vious confinement, so that I did not hesitate to strike a bargain with Madame Sorret, and to request that la vivandiere might make her appearance on the theatre of action as soon as possible. Presently, the door opened again, and the dame reappeared ac- cumpanied by two Spanish women, wives of musicians in the corps, who had heard that several of their countrymen had that morning been incarcerated, and availed themselves of the earliest chance to visit and succor them. For the thousandth time I blessed the noble heart that ever beats in the breast of a Spanish woman when distress or calamity appeals, and at once proceeded to arrange the diet of our future prison life. We were to have two meals a day of three dishes, for each of which we were to pay fifteen sous in advance. The bargain made, we sat down on the floor for a chat. My brace of Catalan visitors had married in this regiment when the Duke d'Angouleme marched his troops into Spain ; and like faithful girls, followed their husbands in all their meanderings about France since the regiment's return. As two of my officers were Catalonians by birth, a friendship sprang up like wildfire between us, and from that hour, these excellent women not only visited us daily, but ran our errands, attended to our health, watched us like sisters, and procured all those little comforts which the tender soul of the sex can alone devise. I hope that few of my readers have personal knowledge of the treatment or fare of civil prisons in the provinces of France during the republican era of which I am writing. I think it well to set down a record of its barbarity. As I before said, the regular ration consisted exclusively of black bread and water. Nine pounds of straw were allowed weekly to each prisoner for his lair. Neither blankets nor cov- ering were furnished, even in the winter, and as the cells are built without stoves or chimneys, the wretched convicts were compelled to huddle together in heaps to keep from perishing. 294 captain canot; or, Besides this, the government denied all supplies of fresh rai- ment, so that the wretches who were destitute of friends or means, were alive and hideous with vermin in a few days after incarceration. No amusement was allowed in the fresh air save twice a week, when the prisoners were turned out on the flat roof of the tower, where they might sun themselves for an hour or two under the muzzle of a guard. Such was the treatment endured by twelve of my men during the year they continued in France. There are some folks who may be charitable enough to remark — that slavers deserved no better I I believe that convicts in the central prisons of France, where they were either made or allowed to work, fared better in every respect than in the provincial lock-ups on the coast. There is no doubt, however, that the above description at the epoch of my in- carceration, was entirely true of all the smaller jurisdictions, whose culprits were simply doomed to confinement without labor. Often did my heart bleed for the poor sailors, whom I aided to the extent of prudence from my slender means, when I knew not how long it might be my fate to remain an inmate of the chateau. After these unfortunate men had disposed of all their spare garments to obtain now and then a meagre soup to moisten their stony loaves, they were nearly a year without tasting either meat or broth ! Once only, — on the anniversary of St. Philippe, — the Sisters of Charity gave them a pair of bul- lock's heads to make a. festival in honor of the Good King of the French ! TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 295 CHAPTER XLVI. As the apartment rented by us from the jailer was the only one in the prison he had a right to dispose of for his own benefit, se- veral other culprits, able to pay for comfortable lodgings, were from time to time locked up in it. These occasional visitors af- forded considerable entertainment for our seclusion, as they were often persons of quality arrested for petty misdemeanors or po- litical opinions, and sometimes cJicvaliers dHndustrie, whose pro- fessional careers were rich with anecdote and adventure. It was probably a month after we began our intimacy with this " government boarding-house " that our number was in- creased by a gentleman of cultivated manners and foppish cos- tume. He was, perhaps, a little too much over-dressed with chains, trinkets, and perfumed locks, to be perfectly comme U faut, yet there was an intellectual power about his forehead and eyes, and a bewitching smile on his lips, that insinuated themselves into my heart the moment I beheld him. He was precisely the sort of man who is considered by nine tenths of the world as a very " fascinating individual." Accordingly, I welcomed the stranger most cordially in French, and was still more bewitched by the retiring shyness of his modest demeanor. As the jailer retired, a wink signified his desire to commune with me apart in his office, where I learn- 296 CAPTAIN canot; ou, ed that the new comer Lad been arrested under a charge of coun- terfeiting, but on account of his genteel appearance and blood, was placed in our apartment. I had no doubt that neither appearance nor blood had been the springs of sympathy in the jailer's heart. but that the artificial money-maker had judiciously used certain lawful coins to insure better quarters. Nevertheless, I did not hesitate to approve the turnkey's disposal of the suspected felon, and begged him to make no apologies or give himself concern as to the quality of the article that could afford us a moment's amusement in our dreary den. I next proceeded to initiate my gentleman into the mysteries of the chateau ; and as dinner was about serving, I suggested that the most important of our domestic rites on such occasions, impe- ratively required three or four bottles of first rate claret. By this time we had acquired a tolerable knack of " slaugh- tering the evening." Our Spanish girls supplied us with guitars and violins, which my comrades touched with some skill. We were thus enabled to give an occasional soiree dansante, assisted by la Vivandiere, her companions Dolorescita, Concha, Madame Sorret, and an old maid who passed for her sister. The arrival of the counterfeiter enabled us to make up a full cotillon without the musicians. Our soirees, enlivened by private contributions and a bottle or two of wine, took place on Thursdays and Sun- days, while the rest of the week was passed in playing cards, reading romances, writing petitions, flirting with the girls, and cursing our fate and the French government. Fits of wrath against the majesty of Gaul were more frequent in the early morning, when the pleasant sleeper would be suddenly roused from happy dreams by the tramp of soldiers and grating bolts, which announced the unceremonious entrance of our inspector to count his cattle and sound our window gratings. But time wastes one's cash as well as one's patience in prison. The more we grumbled, danced, drank, and eat, the more we spent or lavished, so that my funds looked very like a thin sediment at the bottom of the purse, when I began to reflect upon means of replenishing. I could not beg ; I was master of no handicraft; nor was I willing to descend among the vermin of the common TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER, 297 chain gang. Shame prevented an application to my relatives in France or Italy ; and when I addressed my old partner or former friends in Cuba, I was not even favored with a reply. At last, my little trinkets and gold chronometer were sacrificed to pay the lawyer for a final memorial and to liquidate a week's lodging in advance. • " Now, mon enfant," said Madame Sorret, as she took my money —trimming her cap, and looking at me with that thrifty interest that a Frenchwoman always knows how to turn to the best account ;— ' ; now, mon enfant,— tbis is your last franc and your last week in my apartment, you say ;— your last week in .a room where you and I, and Babette, Dolorescita, and Concha, and Monsieur, have had such good times ! Mais pourquoi, mon cher ? why shall it be your last week ? Come let us think a bit. Won't it be a thousand times better ; won't it do you a vast deal more good,— if instead of sacrcmg le bon Louis Philippe,— j.aying lawyers for memorials that are never read, — hoping for letters from the Spanish envoy which never come, and eating your heart up in spite and bitterness— you look the matter plump in the face like a man, and not like a polisson, and turn to ac- count those talents which it has pleased le bon Dieu to give, you ? Voyez vous, Capitaine Te'odore, — you speak foreign lan- guages like a native ; and it was no longer than yesterday that Monsieur Randanne, your advocate, as he came down from the last interview with you, stopped at my bureau, and—' Ah ! Ma- dame Sorret,' said he, ' what a linguist poor Canot is,— how de- lightfully he speaks English, and how glad I should be if he had any place in which he could teach my sons the noble tongue of the great Skatspeer ! ' " Now, mon capitaine," continued she, " what the good R danne said, has been growing in my mind ever since, like* salad seed in the box that is sunned in our prison yard. fn fact, I have fixed the matter perfectly. You shall have my bed- room for a schoolhouse ; and, if you will, you may begin to-mor- row with my two sons for pupils, at fifteen francs a month ! " Did I not bless the wit and heart of woman again and again 13* 298 captain canot; or, in my joy of industrial deliverance ! The heart of woman — that noble heart ! burn it in the fire of Africa ; steep it in the snow of Sweden ; lap it in the listless elysium of Indian tropics ; cage it in the centre of dungeons, as the palpitating core of that stony rind, — yet every where and always, throughout my wild career, has it been the last sought — but turest, sweetest, and truest of devoted friends ! Aide tai, et Dieu Vaidera ! — was my motto from that mo- ment. For years it was the first lesson of intellectual power and self-reliance that had checkered a life of outlawry, in which ad- venturous impatience preferred the gambling risks of fortune to the slow accretions of regular toil. I was a schoolmaster ! Madame Sorret's plan was perfectly successful. In less than a week I was installed in her chamber, with a class formed of my lady's lads, a son and friend of my lawyer, and a couple of sons of officers in the chateau ; the whole producing a monthly income of fifty francs. As I assumed my vocation with the spirit of a needy professor, I gained the good will of all the parents by assiduous instruction of their children. Gradually I extended the sphere of my usefulness, by adding penmanship to my other branches of tuition ; and so well did I please the parents, that they volunteered a stipend of eighteen francs more. I would not dare affirm, that my pupils made extraordinary progress ; yet I am sure the children not only acquired cleverly, but loved me as a companion. My scheme of instruction was not modelled upon that of other pedagogues ; for I simply con- tented myself, in the small class, with reasoning out each lesson thoroughly, and never allowing the boys to depart till they com- prehended every part of their task. After this, it was my habit to engage their interest in language, by familiar dialogues, which taught them the names of furniture, apparel, instruments, imple- ments, animals, occupations, trades ; and thus I led them insen- sibly from the most simple nomenclature to the most abstract I deprived the interview, as much as I could, of task-like for- mality ; and invariably closed the school with a story from my travels or adventures. I may not have ripened my scholars into TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 299 classical Anglo-Saxons, but I have the happiness to know that I earned an honest living, supported my companions, and obtained the regard of my pupils to such a degree, that the little band accompanied me with tears to the ship, when, long afterwards, I was sent a happy exile from France. ;** *0 300 CAPTAIN CANOT ; OR, CHAPTEK XLVII. 1 have said that our genteel felon was not only refined in man- ners but shy towards his new companions ; nor, for several weeks, could all our efforts rub off his reserve. I was not surprised that he kept aloof from the coarser inmates, but I was not prepared to find that all my own advances to confidence and companionship, were repulsed with even more decision than those of my officers. At last, some passing event disclosed my true character to him, when I learned for the first time that he had mistaken me for a government spy ; inasmuch as he could not otherwise account for my intimacy with Madame Sorret and her spouse. Our first move towards confidence was owing to the follow- ing circumstance. I had been engaged one forenoon in writing a letter to my mother, when Madame Sorret sent for me to see the Sisters of Charity, who were making their rounds with a few comforts for the convicts. I made my toilette and repaired to the parlor, where the charitable women, who heard many kind things of me from the landlady, bestowed a liberal donation of books. Returning quickly to my letter, which I had left open on the table, confident that no one in the room read Italian, I again took up my pen to finish a paragraph. But, as I observed the page, it seemed that I had not written so much, yet the sheet was nearly full of words, and all in my handwriting. I reperused • ♦( TWENTY YEARS OP AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 301 the document and found several lines, which, though in perfect keeping with the sense and context of the composition, were cer- tainly not in my natural style. I was sure I had not used the complimentary language, to which I am always so averse. Still I read the page again — again — and again ! I got up ; walked about the room ; took the paper to the window ; put it down ; walked about again, and then reperused the letter. For my life, I could not detect the precise difficulty that puzzled me. The ~" paper was, perhaps, bewitched ! It was mine, and yet it was not ! In my dilemma, I rolled out a round Spanish carramba or two ; and, with an Ave Maria of utter bewilderment, began to put up my writing materials. My companions, who had been huddled in a corner, watching my actions, could stand it no longer, but bursting into peals of * hearty laughter, announced that Monsieur Germaine had taken the liberty to add a postscript, while I was deep in literature with the Sisters of Charity ! The ice was broken ! Monsieur Germaine was not yet con- victed, so we gave him the benefit of the British law, and resolving to " consider the fellow innocent till proved to be guilty," we raised him to the dignity of companionship. His education was far superior to mine, and his conversational powers were wonderful. He seemed perfectly familiar with Latin and Greek, and had a commanding knowledge of history, theology, mathe- matics, and astronomy. I never met his equal in penmanship, drawing, and designing. A few days of sociability sufficed to win a mutual confidence, and to demand the mutual stories of our lives. Germaine was born so high up on those picturesque borders of Piedmont, that it was difficult to say whether the Swiss or . Italian predominated in his blood. The troubles and wars of the region impoverished his parents, who bad been gentlefolks in better times ; yet' they managed to bestow the culture that made him the accomplished person I have described. No opportunity offered, however, for his advancement as he reached maturity, and it was thought best that he should go abroad in search of fortune. For a while the quiet and modest youth was successful 41 CAPTAIN CANOT; OR, in the humbler employments to which he stooped for bread ; but his address and talents, and especially his skill in designing and penmanship, attracted the notice of a sharper, with whom he accidentally became intimate ; so that, before he knew it, the adroit scrivener was both used and compromised by the knave. In truth, I do not suppose that Germaine's will was made of stern and tough materials. Those soft and gentle beings are generally disposed to grasp the pleasures of life without labor ; and whenever a relaxed conscience has once allowed its possessor to tamper with crime, its success is not only a stimulant but a motive for farther enterprise. Germaine was soon a successful forger. He amassed twenty or thirty thousand francs by prac- tices so perfect in their execution, that he never dreamed of detection. But, at last, a daring speculation made him our com- panion in the tower. Three days before his introduction to the chateau of Brest, and a few hours before the regular departure of the Paris mail, Germaine called on an exchange broker with seventeen thousand francs in gold, with which he purchased a sight draft on the capital. Soon after he called a second time on the broker, and exhibiting a letter of orders, bearing a regular post-mark, from his principals, who were alleged to be oil merchants at Mar- seilles, desired to countermand the transaction, and receive back his gold for the bill of exchange which he tendered. The prin- cipal partner of the brokers did not happen to be within at the moment, and the junior declined complying till his return. En attendant, Monsieur Germaine sallied forth, and offered a neigh- boring broker an additional half per cent, on the current value of gold for the cash. He expressed, as the cause of this sacri- fice, extreme anxiety to depart by the four o'clock diligence, but the urgency aroused the broker's suspicion, and led him to request Germaine's return in half an hour, which he required to collect the specie. The incautious forger went off to his hotel with the promise in his ear, while the wary broker dropped in on the drawers of the draft to compare notes. The result of the interview was a visit to the bureau dc police, whence a couple of officers were TWENTY YEARS OF AN AFRICAN SLAVER. 303 despatched to Germaine's hotel. They entered the dandy's room in disguise, but they were not quick euough to save from destruc- tion several proof impressions of blank drafts, which the coun- terfeiter cast into the fire the moment he heard a knock at his door. In his trunks, they found engraving tools, a small press, various acids and a variety of inks ; all of which were duly noted and preserved, while Monsieur Germaine was committed to the chateau. In those days there were no electric wires, and as the wea- ther became thick and cloudy, the old-fashioned semaphore or telegraph was useless in giving notice to the Parisian police to stop the payment of a suspected draft, and arrest the forger's accomplice in the capital. Soon after the mail of that day from Brest reached the metropolis, a lady of most respectable appearance, clad in mourn- ing, presented herself at the counter of the broker's Parisian -pondent, and exhibiting an unquestionable draft, drew x