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did not come to see massa, they were afraid that it 

 would look ungrateful, and as if they eared no 

 longer about him and Cornwall, now that they 

 were free." So they stayed two or three days on 

 the estate, coming up to the house for their dinners, 

 and going to sleep at night among their friends in 

 their own former habitations, the negro huts ; and 

 when they went away, they assured me, that nothing 

 should prevent their coming back to bid me fare- 

 well, before I left the island. All this may be 

 palaver ; but certainly they at least play their parts 

 with such an air of truth, and warmth, and enthu- 

 siasm, that, after the cold hearts and repulsive man- 

 ners of England, the contrast is infinitely agreeable. 



" Je ne vois que des yeux toujours prets a sourire." 



I find it quite impossible to resist the fascination 

 of the conscious pleasure of pleasing ; and my own 

 heart, which I have so long been obliged to keep 

 closed, seems to expand itself again in the sun- 

 shine of the kind looks and words which meet me 

 at every turn, and seem to wait for mine as 

 anxiously as if they were so many diamonds. 



January 12. 

 In the year '80, this parish of Westmoreland 

 was kept in a perpetual state of alarm by a run- 

 away negro called Plato, who had established him- 

 self among the Moreland Mountains, and collected 

 a troop of banditti, of which he was himself the 



