AN " UNCLE TOM:' 41. 



closely allied, forms extremely wide apart may not compete at 

 all, because each needs something which the other does not. 



On our return I was introduced to the "Uncle Tom" of 

 the neighbourhood, who had come down to spend Sunday at 

 the Squire's house. He was a middle-sized Negro, in cast of 

 features not above the average, and Isaac by name. He told 

 me how he had been born in Baltimore, a slave to a Quaker 

 master; how he and his wife Mar3% during the second 

 American war, ran away, and after hiding three days in 

 the bush, got on board a British ship of war, and so became 

 free. He then enlisted into one of the East Indian regi- 

 ments, and served some years ; as a reward for which he 

 had given him his five acres of land in Trinidad, like others 

 of his corps. These Negro yeomen-veterans, let it be said 

 in passing, are among the ablest and steadiest of the coloured 

 population. Military service has given them just enougli of 

 those habits of obedience of which slavery gives too much 

 if the obedience of a mere slave, depending not on the in- 

 dependent will, but on brute fear, is to be called obedience 

 at all. 



Would that in this respect, as in some others, the white 

 subject of the British crown were as well off as the black 

 one. \Yould that during the last fifty years we had followed 

 the wise policy of the Eomans, and by settling our soldiers 

 on our colonial frontiers, established there communities of 



