"Yours affectionately,
"Herbert Vaughan."
Whatever effect the reading of the letter may have had upon Kate Vaughan, it certainly did not produce indignation. On the contrary, an expression of sympathy stole over her face as she mastered the contents or the epistle; and on finishing it, the phrase, "poor fellow!" dropped as if involuntarily, and just audibly, from her lips.
Not that she knew anything of Herbert Vaughan, more than the name, and that he was her cousin; but the word _cousin_ has an attractive sound, especially in the ears of young people, equalling in interest--at times even surpa.s.sing--that of sister or brother.
Though uttered, as we have said, in a tone almost inaudible, the words reached the ears of her father.
"Poor fellow!" he repeated, turning sharply to his daughter, and regarding her with a glance of displeasure, "I am surprised, Kate, to hear you speak in that strain of one you know nothing about--one who has done nothing to deserve your compa.s.sion. An idle, good-for-nothing fellow--just as his father was before him. And only to think of it-- coming over here a _steerage_ pa.s.senger, in the very same ship with Mr Montagu Smythje! "Sdeath! What a disgrace! Mr Smythje will be certain to know who he is--though he is not likely to a.s.sociate with such _canaille_. He cannot fail to notice the fellow, however; and when he sees him here, will be sure to remember him. Ah! I must take some steps to prevent that. Poor fellow, indeed! Yes, poor enough, but not in that sense. Like his father, I suppose, who fiddled his life away among paint-brushes and palettes instead of following some profitable employment, and all for the sake of being called an _artist_! Poor fiddlestick! Bah! Don"t let me hear you talk in that strain again!"
And as Mr Vaughan ended his ill-natured harangue, he tore the wrapper off the newspaper, and endeavoured, among its contents, to distract his mind from dwelling longer on the unpleasant theme either of the epistle, or him who had written it.
The young girl, abashed and disconcerted by the unusual violence of the rebuke, sat with downcast eyes, and without making any reply. The red colour had deepened upon her cheeks, and mounted to her forehead; but, notwithstanding the outrage done to her feelings, it was easy to see that the sympathy she had expressed, for her poor but unknown cousin, was felt as sensibly as ever.
So far from having stifled or extinguished it, the behaviour of her father was more likely to have given it increase and strength: for the adage of the "stolen waters" is still true; and the forbidden fruit is as tempting now as upon the morning of creation. As it was in the beginning, so will it ever be.
Volume One, Chapter V.
THE SLAVER.
A hot West Indian sun was rapidly declining towards the Caribbean Sea-- as if hastening to cool his fiery orb in the blue water--when a ship, that had rounded Pedro Point, in the Island of Jamaica, was seen standing eastward for Montego Bay.
She was a three-masted vessel--a barque--as could be told by the lateen rig of her mizen-mast--and apparently of some three or four hundred tons burden.
As she was running under one of the gentlest of breezes, all her canvas was spread; and the weather-worn appearance of her sails denoted that she was making land at the termination of a long ocean voyage. This was further manifest by the faded paint upon her sides, and the dark, dirt-coloured blotches that marked the position of her hawse-holes and scuppers.
Besides the private ensign that streamed, pennon-like from her peak, another trailed over her taffrail; which, unfolded by the motion of the vessel, displayed a blue starry field with white and crimson stripes.
In this case the flag was appropriate--that is, in its stripes and their colour. Though justly vaunted as the flag of the free, here was it covering a cargo of slaves: the ship was a _slaver_.
After getting fairly inside the bay, but still at a long distance from the town, she was observed suddenly to tack; and, instead of continuing on towards the harbour, head for a point on the southern side, where the sh.o.r.e was uninhabited and solitary.
On arriving within a mile of the land she took in sail, until every inch of canvas was furled upon her yards. Then the sharp rattling of the chain, as it dragged through the iron ring of the hawse-hole, announced the dropping of an anchor.
In a few moments after the ship swung round; and, drifting till the chain cable became taut, lay motionless upon the water.
The object for which the slaver had thus anch.o.r.ed short of the harbour will be learnt by our going aboard of her--though this was a privilege not granted to the idle or curious. Only the initiated were permitted to witness the spectacle of which her decks now became the theatre: only those who had an interest in the disposal of her cargo.
Viewed from a distance, the slaver lay apparently inert; but for all that a scene of active life was pa.s.sing upon her deck--a scene of rare and painful interest.
She carried a cargo of two hundred human beings--"bales," according to the phraseology of the slave-trader. These bales were not exactly alike. It was, as her skipper jocularly styled it, an "a.s.sorted cargo"--that is, one shipped on different points of the African coast, and, consequently, embracing many distinct varieties of the Ethiopian race. There was the tawny, but intelligent Mandingo, and by his side the Jolof of ebon hue. There the fierce and warlike Coromantee, alongside the docile and submissive Pawpaw; the yellow Ebo, with the visage of a baboon, wretched and desponding, face to face with the cannibal Moco, or chained wrist to wrist with the light-hearted native of Congo and Angola.
None, however, appeared of light heart on board the slaver. The horrors of the "middle pa.s.sage" had equally affected them all, until the dancing Congese, and the Luc.u.mi, p.r.o.ne to suicide, seemed equally to suffer from dejection. The bright picture that now presented itself before their eyes--a landscape gleaming with all the gay colours of tropical vegetation--was viewed by them with very different emotions. Some seemed to regard it with indifference; others it reminded of their own African homes, from which they had been dragged by rude and ruffian men; while not a few gazed upon the scene with feelings of keen apprehension--believing it to be the dreaded _Koomi_, the land of the gigantic cannibals--and that they had been brought thither _to be eaten_!
Reflection might have convinced them that this would scarcely be the intention of the _Tobon-doo_--those white tyrants who had carried them across the ocean. The hard, unhusked rice, and coa.r.s.e maize corn--their only food during the voyage--were not viands likely to fatten them for the feast of Anthropophagi; and their once smooth and shining skins now exhibited a dry, shrivelled appearance, from the surface coating of dandruff, and the scars of the hideous _cra-cra_.
The blacks among them, by the hardships of that fearful voyage, had turned ashy grey and the yellows of a sickly and bilious hue. Males and females--for there were many of the latter--appeared to have been alike the objects of ill-usage, the victims of a starved stomach and a stifled atmosphere.
Some half-dozen of the latter--seen in the precincts of the cabin-- presented a different aspect. These were young girls, picked from the common crowd on account of the superiority of their personal charms; and the flaunting vestments that adorned their bodies--contrasting with the complete nudity of their fellow-voyagers--told too plainly why they had been thus distinguished. A horrid contrast--wantonness in the midst of woe!
On the quarter-deck stood the slave-skipper--a tall, lathy individual of sallow hue--and, beside him, his mate--a dark-bearded ruffian; while a score of like stamp, but lower grade, acting under their orders, were distributed in different parts of the ship.
These last, as they tramped to and fro over the deck, might be heard at intervals giving utterance to profane oaths--as often laying violent hands upon one or other of their unfortunate captives--apparently out of the sheer wantonness of cruelty!
Immediately after the anchor had been dropped, and the ropes belayed and coiled in their places, a new scene of this disgusting drama was entered upon. The living "bales," hitherto restrained below, were now ordered, or rather driven, upon deck--not all at once, but in lots of three or four at a time. Each individual, as he came up the hatchway, was rudely seized by a sailor, who stood by with a soft brush in his hand and a pail at his feet; the latter containing a black composition of gunpowder, lemon-juice, and palm-oil. Of this mixture the unresisting captive received a coating; which, by the hand of another sailor, was rubbed into the skin, and then polished with a "dandybrush," until the sable epidermis glistened like a newly-blacked boot.
A strange operation it might have appeared to those who saw it, had they not been initiated into its object and meaning. But to the spectators there present it was no uncommon sight. It was not the first time those unfeeling men had a.s.sisted at the spectacle of black bales _being made ready for the market_!
One after another were the dark-skinned victims of human cupidity brought from below, and submitted to this demoniac anointment--to which one and all yielded with an appearance of patient resignation, like sheep under the hands of the shearer.
In the looks of many of them could be detected the traces of that apprehension felt in the first hours of their captivity, and which had not yet forsaken them. Might not this process be a prelude to some fearful sacrifice?
Even the females were not exempted from this disgusting desecration of G.o.d"s image; and they too, one after another, were pa.s.sed through the hands of the rough operators, with an accompaniment of brutal jests, and peals of ribald laughter!
Volume One, Chapter VI.
JOWLER AND JESSURON.
Almost on the same instant that the slave-barque had dropped anchor, a small boat shot out from the silent sh.o.r.e; which, as soon as it had got fairly clear of the land, could be seen to be steering in the direction of the newly-anch.o.r.ed vessel.
There were three men in the boat--two of whom were plying the oars.
These were both black men--naked, with the exception of dirty white trousers covering their limbs, and coa.r.s.e palm-leaf hats upon their heads.
The third occupant of the skiff--for such was the character of the boat--was a white, or more properly, a _whitish_ man. He was seated in the stern-sheets, with a tiller-rope in each hand; and steering the craft--as his elbows held a-kimbo, and the occasional motion of his arms testified. He bore not the slightest resemblance to the oarsmen, either in the colour of his skin, or the costume that covered it. Indeed, it would not have been easy to have found his counterpart anywhere either on land or at sea.
He appeared to be about sixty years old--he might have been more or less--and had once been white; but long exposure to a West Indian sun, combined with the numerous dirt-bedaubed creases and furrows in his skin, had darkened his complexion to the hue of leaf-tobacco.
His features, naturally of an angular shape, had become so narrowed and sharpened by age as to leave scarce anything in front; and to get a view of his face it was necessary to step to one side, and scan it _en profil_.
Thus viewed, there was breadth enough, and features of the most prominent character--including a nose like the claw of a lobster--a sharp, projecting chin--with a deep embayment between, marking the locality of the lips: the outline of all suggesting a great resemblance to the profile of a parrot, but still greater to that of a Jew--for such, in reality was its type.
When the mouth was opened in a smile--a rare occurrence, however--only two teeth could be detected within, standing far apart, like two sentinels guarding the approach to the dark cavern within.
This singular countenance was lighted up by a pair of black, watery orbs, that glistened like the eyes of an otter; and eternally glistened, except when their owner was asleep--a condition in which it was said he was rarely or never caught.
The natural blackness of his eyes was rendered deeper by contrast with long white eyebrows running more than half-way around them, and meeting over the narrow ridge of the nose. Hair upon the head there was none-- that is, none that was visible--a skull-cap of whitish cotton-stuff covering the whole crown, and coming down over both ears. Over this was a white beaver hat, whose worn nap and broken edges told of long service.
A pair of large green goggles, resting on the humped bridge of his nose, protected his eyes from the sun; though they might, perhaps, have been worn for another purpose--to conceal the villainous expression of the orbs that sparkled beneath them.
A sky-blue cloth coat, whitened by long wear, with metal b.u.t.tons, once bright, now changed to the hue of bronze; small-clothes of buff kerseymere glistening with grease; long stockings, and tarnished top-boots, made up the costume of this unique individual. A large blue cotton umbrella rested across his knees, as both hands were occupied in steering the skiff.
The portrait here given--or, perhaps, it should be styled profile--is that of Jacob Jessuron, the slave-merchant; an Israelite of Germanic breed, but one in whom--it would not have been truth to say--there was "no guile."
The two oarsmen were simply his slaves.
The little craft had put out from the sh.o.r.e--from a secluded spot at a distance from the town, but still within view of it. It was evidently making for the newly-anch.o.r.ed barque; and evidently rowed at its best speed. Indeed, the steersman appeared to be urging his blacks to the exertion of their utmost strength. From time to time he was seen to twist his body half round and look towards the town--as though he expected or dreaded to see a rival boat coming from that quarter, and was desirous to reach the barque ahead of her.
If such was his design it proved successful. Although his little skiff was a considerable time in traversing the distance from sh.o.r.e to ship--a distance of at least a mile--he arrived at the point of his destination without any other boat making its appearance.