'Oh the strange ways of the black men who lived on that shore,of which my brother used to tell us at home-selling their sons,daughters,and servants for slaves,and the prisoners taken in battle,to the Spanish captains,to be carried to Havannah,and when there,sold at a profit,the idea of which,my brother said,went to the hearts of our own captains,who used to say what a hard thing it was that free-born Englishmen could not have a hand in the traffic,seeing that it was forbidden by the laws of their country;talking fondly of the good old times when their forefathers used to carry slaves to Jamaica and Barbadoes,realising immense profit,besides the pleasure of hearing their shrieks on the voyage;and then the superstitions of the blacks,which my brother used to talk of;their sharks'teeth,their wisps of fowls'feathers,their half-baked pots full of burnt bones,of which they used to make what they called fetish,and bow down to,and ask favours of,and then,perhaps,abuse and strike,provided the senseless rubbish did not give them what they asked for;and then,above all,Mumbo Jumbo,the grand fetish master,who lived somewhere in the woods,and who used to come out every now and then with his fetish companions;a monstrous figure,all wound round with leaves and branches,so as to be quite indistinguishable,and,seating himself on the high seat in the villages,receive homage from the people,and also gifts and offerings,the most valuable of which were pretty damsels,and then betake himself back again,with his followers,into the woods.Oh the tales that my brother used to tell us of the high Barbary shore!Poor fellow!what became of him I can't say;the last time he came back from a voyage,he told us that his captain,as soon as he had brought his vessel to port and settled with his owner,drowned himself off the quay,in a fit of the horrors,which it seems high Barbary captains,after a certain number of years,are much subject to.After staying about a month with us,he went to sea again,with another captain;and,bad as the old one had been,it appears the new one was worse,for,unable to bear his treatment,my brother left his ship off the high Barbary shore,and ran away up the country.Some of his comrades,whom we afterwards saw,said that there were various reports about him on the shore;one that he had taken on with Mumbo Jumbo,and was serving him in his house in the woods,in the capacity of swashbuckler,or life-guardsman;another,that he was gone in quest of a mighty city in the heart of the negro country;another,that in swimming a stream he had been devoured by an alligator.Now,these two last reports were bad enough;the idea of their flesh and blood being bit asunder by a ravenous fish was sad enough to my poor parents;and not very comfortable was the thought of his sweltering over the hot sands in quest of the negro city;but the idea of their son,their eldest child,serving Mumbo Jumbo as swashbuckler was worst of all,and caused my poor parents to shed many a scalding tear.
'I stayed at home with my parents until I was about eighteen,assisting my father in various ways.I then went to live at the Squire's,partly as groom,partly as footman.After living in the country some time,I attended the family in a trip of six weeks which they made to London.Whilst there,happening to have some words with an old ill-tempered coachman,who had been for a great many years in the family,my master advised me to leave,offering to recommend me to a family of his acquaintance who were in need of a footman.I was glad to accept his offer,and in a few days went to my new place.My new master was one of the great gentry,a baronet in Parliament,and possessed of an estate of about twenty thousand a year;his family consisted of his lady,a son,a fine young man just coming of age,and two very sweet amiable daughters.
I liked this place much better than my first,there was so much more pleasant noise and bustle-so much more grand company,and so many more opportunities of improving myself.Oh,how I liked to see the grand coaches drive up to the door,with the grand company;and though,amidst that company,there were some who did not look very grand,there were others,and not a few,who did.Some of the ladies quite captivated me;there was the Marchioness of-in particular.This young lady puts me much in mind of her;it is true,the Marchioness,as I saw her then,was about fifteen years older than this young gentlewoman is now,and not so tall by some inches,but she had the very same hair,and much the same neck and shoulders-no offence,I hope?And then some of the young gentlemen,with their cool,haughty,care-for-nothing looks,struck me as being very fine fellows.There was one in particular,whom Ifrequently used to stare at,not altogether unlike some one I have seen hereabouts-he had a slight cast in his eye,and ...but Iwon't enter into every particular.And then the footmen!Oh,how those footmen helped to improve me with their conversation.Many of them could converse much more glibly than their masters,and appeared to have much better taste.At any rate,they seldom approved of what their masters did.I remember being once with one in the gallery of the play-house,when something of Shakspeare's was being performed:some one in the first tier of boxes was applauding very loudly."That's my fool of a governor,"said he;"he is weak enough to like Shakspeare-I don't;-he's so confoundedly low,but he won't last long-going down.Shakspeare culminated"-I think that was the word-"culminated some time ago."'And then the professor of elocution,of whom my governors used to take lessons,and of which lessons I had my share,by listening behind the door;but for that professor of elocution I should not be able to round my periods-an expression of his-in the manner I do.
