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C H A>. while my ears were ftnnned with the clang of the whip, 

 ^^'^ difmal yells of the wretched negroes on whom it 

 w^as exercifed, from morning till night ; and confider- 

 ing that this might one day be the fate of the unfor- 

 tunate mulatto I have been defcribing, fliould {he chance 

 to fall into the hands of a tyrannical mafter or miftrefs, 

 I could not help execrating the barbarity of Mr. D. B. 

 for having withheld her from a fond parent, who by be- 

 ftowing on her a decent education and fome accomplifh- 

 ments, would probably have produced, in this forfaken 

 plant, now expofed to every rude blaft without prote£lion, 

 an ornament to civilized fociety. 



I became melancholy with thefe refledtions ; and in or- 

 der to counterbalance, though in a very fmall degree, the 

 general calamity of the miferable flaves who furrounded 

 me, I began to take more delight in the prattling of my 

 poor negro boy Quacoo, than in all the fafliionable con- 

 verfation of the polite inhabitants of this colony : but 

 my fpirits were depreffed, and in the fpace of twentvr 

 four hours I was very ill indeed ; when a cordial, a few 

 preferved tamarinds, and a bafket of fine oranges, were 

 fent by an unknown perfon. This firft contributed to 

 my relief, and lofmg about twelve ounces of blood, I re- 

 ' covered fo far, that on the fifth I was able, for change of 

 air, to accompany a Captain Macneyl, who gave me a 

 preffing invitation to his beautiful coffee plantation, called 

 Sporkefgift, in the Matapaca Creek. 

 Having mentioned tamarinds, I will, before we proceed 



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