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 floor, and expel the poultry.  For a long time my very words seemed unintelligible to them, till when I began to sweep and make up the fire, &c., they first fell to laughing, and then imitating me.  The encrustations of dirt on their hands, feet, and faces, were my next object of attack, and the stupid negro practice (by the bye, but a short time since nearly universal in enlightened Europe), of keeping the babies with their feet bare, and their heads, already well capped by nature with their woolly hair, wrapped in half-a-dozen hot filthy coverings.  Thus I travelled down the ‘street,’ in every dwelling endeavouring to awaken a new perception, that of cleanliness, sighing, as I went, over the futility of my own exertions, for how can slaves be improved?  Nathless, thought I, let what can be done; for it may be, that, the two being incompatible, improvement may yet expel slavery—­and so it might, and surely would, if, instead of beginning at the end, I could but begin at the beginning of my task.  If the mind and soul were awakened, instead of mere physical good attempted, the physical good would result, and the great curse vanish away; but my hands are tied fast, and this corner of the work is all that I may do.  Yet it cannot be but, from my words and actions, some revelations should reach these poor people; and going in and out amongst them perpetually, I shall teach, and they learn involuntarily a thousand things of deepest import.  They must learn, and who can tell the fruit of that knowledge alone, that there are beings in the world, even with skins of a different colour from their own, who have sympathy for their misfortunes, love for their virtues, and respect for their common nature—­but oh! my heart is full almost to bursting, as I walk among these most poor creatures.

The infirmary is a large two-story building, terminating the broad orange-planted space between the two rows of houses which form the first settlement; it is built of white washed wood, and contains four large-sized rooms.  But how shall I describe to you the spectacle which was presented to me, on my entering the first of these?  But half the casements, of which there were six, were glazed, and these were obscured with dirt, almost as much as the other windowless ones were darkened by the dingy shutters, which the shivering inmates had fastened to, in order to protect themselves from the cold.  In the enormous chimney glimmered the powerless embers of a few sticks of wood, round which, however, as many of the sick women as could approach, were cowering; some on wooden settles, most of them on the ground, excluding those who were too ill to rise; and these last poor wretches lay prostrate on the floor, without bed, mattress, or pillow, buried in tattered and filthy blankets, which, huddled round them as they lay strewed about, left hardly space to move upon the floor.  And here, in their hour of sickness and suffering, lay those whose health and strength are spent in unrequited labour for us—­those

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