Journal of a Residence on a Georgian Plantation eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 400 pages of information about Journal of a Residence on a Georgian Plantation.

Journal of a Residence on a Georgian Plantation eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 400 pages of information about Journal of a Residence on a Georgian Plantation.
the rice island only four weeks, and those here only three weeks, for their recovery; ‘and then, missis,’ continued the old woman, ’out into the field again, through dew and dry, as if nothing had happened; that is why, missis, so many of the women have falling of the womb, and weakness in the back; and if he had continued on the estate, he would have utterly destroyed all the breeding women.’  Sometimes, after sending them back into the field, at the expiration of their three weeks, they would work for a day or two, she said, and then fall down in the field with exhaustion, and be brought to the hospital almost at the point of death.

Yesterday, Sunday, I had my last service at home with these poor people; nearly thirty of them came, all clean, neat, and decent, in their dress and appearance.  S——­ had begged very hard to join the congregation, and upon the most solemn promise of remaining still she was admitted; but in spite of the perfect honour with which she kept her promise, her presence disturbed my thoughts not a little, and added much to the poignancy of the feeling with which I saw her father’s poor slaves gathered round me.  The child’s exquisite complexion, large grey eyes, and solemn and at the same time eager countenance, was such a wonderful piece of contrast to their sable faces, so many of them so uncouth in their outlines and proportions, and yet all of them so pathetic, and some so sublime in their expression of patient suffering and religious fervour; their eyes never wandered from me and my child, who sat close by my knee, their little mistress, their future providence, my poor baby!  Dear E——­, bless God that you have never reared a child with such an awful expectation:  and at the end of the prayers, the tears were streaming over their faces, and one chorus of blessings rose round me and the child—­farewell blessings, and prayers that we would return; and thanks so fervent in their incoherency, it was more than I could bear, and I begged them to go away and leave me to recover myself.  And then I remained with S——­, and for quite a long while even her restless spirit was still in wondering amazement at my bitter crying.  I am to go next Sunday to the church on the island, where there is to be service; and so this is my last Sunday with the people.

When I had recovered from the emotion of this scene, I walked out with S——­ a little way, but meeting M——­ and the baby, she turned home with them, and I pursued my walk alone up the road, and home by the shore.  They are threatening to burn down all my woods to make grass land for the cattle, and I have terrified them by telling them that I will never come back if they destroy the woods.  I went and paid a visit to Mrs. G——­; poor little, well-meaning, helpless woman! what can she do for these poor people, where I who am supposed to own them can do nothing? and yet how much may be done, is done, by the brain and heart of one human being in contact with another!  We are answerable

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