My estate is greatly plagued by a negress named Catalina; she is either

mad, or has long pretended to be so, never works, and always steals.

About a week before my arrival she was found in the trash-house, which

she had pitched upon as the very fittest place possible for her kitchen;

and there she was sitting, very quietly and comfortably, boiling her

pot over an immense fire, and surrounded on all sides by dry canes,

inflammable as tinder. This vagary was of too dangerous a nature to

allow of her being longer left at liberty, and she was put into the

hospital. But her husband was by no means pleased with her detention,

as he never failed to appropriate to himself a share of her plunder, and

when discovered, the blame of the robbery was laid upon his wife, in a

fit of insanity. So, while the general joy at my first arrival drew the

hospital attendants from their post, he took the opportunity to carry

off his wife, and conceal her. The consequence was, that this morning

complaints poured upon me of gardens robbed by Catalina, who had carried

off as much as she could, dug up and destroyed the rest, and had shown

as little conscience in providing herself with poultry as in

helping herself to vegetables. I immediately despatched one of the

negro-governors with a party in pursuit of her, who succeeded in lodging

her once more in the hospital; where she must remain till I can get her

sent to the asylum at Kingston, the only hospital for lunatics in the

whole island.

FEBRUARY 12. (Thursday.)

On my former visit to Jamaica, I found on my estate a poor woman nearly

one hundred years old, and stone blind. She was too infirm to walk; but

two young negroes brought her on their backs to the steps of my house,

in order, as she said, that she might at least touch massa, although she

could not see him. When she had kissed my hand, “that was enough,” she

said; “now me hab once kiss a massa’s hand, me willing to die to-morrow,

me no care.” She had a woman appropriated to her service, and was shown

the greatest care and attention; however, she did not live many months

after my departure. There was also a mulatto, about thirty years of age,

named Bob, who had been almost deprived of the use of his limbs by

the horrible cocoa-bay, and had never done the least work since he

was fifteen. He was so gentle and humble, and so fearful, from the

consciousness of his total inability of soliciting my notice, that I

could not help pitying the poor fellow; and whenever he came in my way

I always sought to encourage him by little presents, and other trifling

marks of favour. His thus unexpectedly meeting with distinguishing

kindness, where he expected to be treated as a worthless incumbrance,

made a strong impression on his mind. Soon after my departure his malady

assumed a more active appearance but during the last stages of its

progress the only fear which he expressed was, that he should not live

till last Christmas, when my return was expected to a certainty. In the

mean while he endeavoured to find out a means of being of some little

use to me, although his weak constitution would not allow of his being

of much. Some of his relations being in opulent circumstances, they

furnished him with a horse, for he was too weak to walk for more than a

few minutes at a time; and, mounted upon this, he passed all his time

in traversing the estate, watching the corn that it might not be stolen,

warning the pen-keepers if any of the cattle had found their way into

the cane-pieces, and doing many other such little pieces of service to

the property; so that, as the negroes said, “if he had been a white man

he might have been taken for an overseer.” At length Christmas arrived;

it was known that I was on the sea; Bob, too, was still alive; but still

there was nothing to be heard of me. His perpetual question to all who

came to visit him was, How was the wind? and he was constantly praying

to the wind and the ocean to bring massa’s vessel soon to Savanna la

Mar, that he might but see him once more, and thank him, before he died.

At length I landed; and when, on the day of my arrival on my estate, I

expressed my surprise at the nonappearance of several of the negroes,

who had appeared to be most attached to me, and I had expected to find

most forward in greeting me, I was told that a messenger had been sent

to call them, and that their absence was occasioned by their attendance

at poor Bob’s funeral. Several of his relations, who nursed him on his

death-bed, have assured me, that the last audible words which he uttered

were--“Are there still no news of massa?”

FEBRUARY 13.

Talk of Lucretia! commend me to a she-turkey! The hawk of Jamaica is

an absolute Don Giovanni; and he never loses an opportunity of being

extremely rude indeed to these feathered fair ones; not even scrupling

to use the last violence, and that without the least ceremony, not so

much as saying, “With your leave,” or “By your leave,” or using any of

the forms which common civility expects upon such occasions. The poor

timid things are too much frightened by the sudden attack of this

Tarquin with a beak and claws, to make any resistance; but they no

sooner recover from their flutter sufficiently to be aware of what has

happened, than they feel so extremely shocked, that they always make a

point of dying; nor was a female turkey ever known to survive the loss

of her honour above three days.

FEBRUARY 14.

I think that I really may now venture to hope that my plans for the

management of my estate have succeeded beyond even my most sanguine

expectations. I have now passed three weeks with my negroes, the doors

of my house open all day long, and full liberty allowed to every person

to come and speak to me without witnesses or restraint; yet not one man

or woman has come to me with a single complaint. On the contrary, all my

enquiries have been answered by an assurance, that during the two years

of my absence my regulations were adhered to most implicitly, and that,

“except for the pleasure of seeing massa,” there was no more difference

in treatment than if I had remained upon the estate. Many of them have

come to tell me instances of kindness which they have received from one

or other of their superintendents; others, to describe some severe fit

of illness, in which they must have died but for the care taken of them

in the hospital; some, who were weakly and low-spirited on my former

visit, to show me how much they are improved in health, and tell me

“how they keep up heart now, because since massa come upon the property

nobody put upon them, and all go well;” and some, who had formerly

complained of one trifle or other, to take back their complaints, and

say, that they wanted no change, and were willing to be employed in any

way that might be thought most for the good of the estate; but although

I have now at least _seen_ every one of them, and have conversed with

numbers, I have not yet been able to find one person who had so much as

even an imaginary grievance to lay before me. Yet I find, that it has

been found necessary to punish with the lash, although only in a very

few instances; but then this only took place on the commission of

absolute _crimes_, and in cases where its necessity and justice were so

universally felt, not only by others, but by the sufferers themselves,

that instead of complaining, they seem only to be afraid of their

offence coming to my knowledge; to prevent which, they affect to be

more satisfied and happy than all the rest, and now when I see a mouth

grinning from ear to ear with a more than ordinary expansion of jaw, I

never fail to find, on enquiry, that its proprietor is one of those who

have been punished during my absence. I then take care to give them an

opportunity of making a complaint, if they should have any to make; but

no, not a word comes; “every thing has gone on perfectly well, and

just as it ought to have done.” Upon this, I drop a slight hint of the

offence in question; and instantly away goes the grin, and down falls

the negro to kiss my feet, confess his fault, and “beg massa forgib,

and them never do so bad thing more to fret massa, and them beg massa

pardon, hard, quite hard!” But not one of them has denied the justice

of his punishment, or complained of undue severity on the part of his

superintendents. On the other hand, although the lash has thus been in

a manner utterly abolished, except in cases where a much severer

punishment would have been inflicted by the police, and although they

are aware of this unwillingness to chastise, my trustee acknowledges

that during my absence the negroes have been quiet and tractable, and

have not only laboured as well as they used to do, but have done much

more work than the negroes on an adjoining property, where there are

forty more negroes, and where, moreover, a considerable sum is paid for

hired assistance. Having now waited three weeks to see how they would

conduct themselves, and found no cause of dissatisfaction since the

neglect of the watchman to guard the cattle (and which they one and

all attributed to their joy at seeing me again), I thought it time

to distribute the presents which I had brought with me for them from

England. During my absence I had ordered a new and additional hospital

to be built, intended entirely for the use of lying-in women, nursing

mothers, and cases of a serious nature, for which purpose it is to be

provided with every possible comfort; while the old hospital is to be

reserved for those who have little or nothing the matter with them, but

who obstinately insist upon their being too ill to work, in defiance

of the opinion of all their medical attendants. The new hospital is

not quite finished; but wishing to connect it as much as possible

with pleasurable associations, I took occasion of the distribution of

presents to open it for the first time. Accordingly, the negroes were

summoned to the new hospital this morning; the rooms were sprinkled with

Madeira for good luck; and the toast of “Health to the new hospital, and

shame to the old lazy house!” was drunk by the trustee, the doctoresses,

the governors, &c., and received by the whole congregation of negroes

with loud cheering; after which, every man received a blue jacket lined

with flannel, every woman a flaming red stuff petticoat, and every child

a frock of white cotton. They then fell to dancing and singing, and

drinking rum and sugar, which they kept up till a much later hour than

would be at all approved of by the bench of bishops; for it is now

Sunday morning, and they are still dancing and singing louder than ever.

FEBRUARY 15. (Sunday.)

To-day divine service was performed at Savanna la Mar for the first

time these five weeks. The rector has been indisposed lately with the

lumbago: he has no curate; and thus during five whole weeks there was

a total cessation of public worship. I had told several of my female

acquaintance that it was long since they had been to church; that I was

afraid of their forgetting “all about and about it,” and that if there

should be no service for a week longer I should think it my duty to come

and hear them say their Catechism myself. Luckily the rector recovered,

and saved me the trouble of hearing them; but the long privation of

public prayer did not seem to have created any very great demand for the

article, as I have seldom witnessed a more meagre congregation. It was

literally “two or three gathered together,” and it seemed as if five or

six would be too many, and forfeit the promise. I cannot discover that

the negroes have any external forms of worship, nor any priests in

Jamaica, unless their Obeah men should be considered as such; but still

I cannot think that they ought to be considered as totally devoid of

all natural religion. There is no phrase so common on their lips as “God

bless you!” and “God preserve you!” and “God will bless you wherever you

go!” Phrases which they pronounce with every-appearance of sincerity,

and as if they came from the very bottom of their hearts. “God-A’mity!

God-A’mity!” is their constant exclamation in pain and in sorrow;

and with this perpetual recurrence to the Supreme Being, it must be

difficult to insist upon their being atheists. But they have even got a

step further than the belief in a God; they also allow the existence of

an evil principle. One of them complained to me the other day, that when

he went to the field his companions had told him “that he might go

to hell, for he was not worthy to work with them;” and one of his

adversaries in return accused him of being so lazy, “that instead of

being a slave upon Cornwall estate, he was only fit to be the slave of

the devil.” Then surely they could not be afraid of duppies (or ghosts)

without some idea of a future state; and indeed nothing is more firmly

impressed upon the mind of the Africans, than that after death they

shall go back to Africa, and pass an eternity in revelling and feasting

with their ancestors. The proprietor of a neighbouring estate lately

used all his influence to persuade his foster-sister to be christened;

but it was all in vain: she had imbibed strong African prejudices from

her mother, and frankly declared that she found nothing in the Christian

system so alluring to her taste as the post-obit balls and banquets

promised by the religion of Africa. I confess, that this prejudice

appears to me to be so strongly rooted, that in spite of the curates

expected from the hands of the bishop of London, I am sadly afraid, that

“the pulpit drum ecclesiastic” will find it a hard matter to overpower

the gumby; and that the joys of the Christian paradise will be seen to

kick the beam, when they are weighed against the pleasures of eating

fat hog, drinking raw rum, and dancing for centuries to the jam-jam and

kitty-katty. In the negro festivals in this life, the chief point

lies in making as much noise as possible, and the Africans and Creoles

dispute it with the greatest pertinacity. I am just informed that at the

dance last night the Eboes obtained a decided triumph, for they roared

and screamed and shouted and thumped their drums with so much effect,

that the Creoles were fairly rendered deaf with the noise of their

rivals, and dumb with their own, and obliged to leave off singing

altogether.

FEBRUARY 16.

On my arrival I found that idle rogue Nato, as usual, an inmate of the

hospital, where he regularly passes at least nine months out of the

twelve. He was with infinite difficulty persuaded, at the end of a

fortnight, to employ himself about the carriage-horses for a couple of

days; but on the third he returned to the hospital, although the medical

attendants, one and all, declared nothing to be the matter with him, and

the doctors even refused to insert his name in the sick list. Still he

persisted in declaring himself to be too ill to do a single stroke of

work: so on Thursday I put him into one of the sick rooms by himself,

and desired him to get well with the doors locked, which he would find

to the full as easy as with the doors open; at the same time assuring

him, that he should never come out, till he should be sufficiently

recovered to cut canes in the field. He held good all Friday; but

Saturday being a holy-day, he declared himself to be in a perfect state

of health, and desired to be released. However, I was determined to make

him suffer a little for his lying and obstinacy, and would not suffer

the doors to be opened for him till this morning, when he quitted the

hospital, saluted on all sides by loud huzzas in congratulation of his

amended health, and which followed him during his whole progress to

the cane-piece. I was informed that a lad, named Epsom, who used to be

perpetually running away, had been stationary for the last two years.

So on Wednesday last, as he happened to come in my way, I gave him all

proper commendation for having got rid of his bad habits; and to

make the praise better worth his having, I added a maccarony: he was

gratified in the extreme, thanked me a thousand times, promised most

solemnly never to behave ill again, and ran away that very night.

However, he returned on Saturday morning, and was brought to me all

rags, tears, and penitence, wondering “how he could have had such _bad

manners_ as to make massa fret.”

FEBRUARY 17.

Some of the free people of colour possess slaves, cattle, and other

property left them by their fathers, and are in good circumstances; but

few of them are industrious enough to increase their possessions by any

honest exertions of their own. As to the free blacks, they are almost

uniformly lazy and improvident, most of them half-starved, and only

anxious to live from hand to mouth. Some lounge about the highways

with pedlar-boxes, stocked with various worthless baubles; others keep

miserable stalls provided with rancid butter, damaged salt-pork, and

other such articles: and these they are always willing to exchange for

stolen rum and sugar, which they secretly tempt the negroes to pilfer

from their proprietors; but few of them ever make the exertion of

earning their livelihood creditably. Even those who profess to be

tailors, carpenters, or coopers, are for the most part careless,

drunken, and dissipated, and never take pains sufficient to attain any

dexterity in their trade. As to a free negro hiring himself out for

plantation labour, no instance of such a thing was ever known in

Jamaica, and probably no price, however great, would be considered by

them as a sufficient temptation.

FEBRUARY 18.

The Africans and Creoles certainly do hate each other with a cordiality

which would have appeared highly gratifying to Dr. Johnson in his “Love

of Good Haters.” Yesterday, in the field, a girl who had taken some

slight offence at something said to her by a young boy, immediately

struck him with the bill, with which she was cutting canes. Luckily,

his loose wrapper saved him from the blow; and, on his running away, she

threw the bill after him in his flight with all the fury and malice of

a fiend. This same vixen, during my former visit, had been punished

for fixing her teeth in the hand of one of the other girls, and nearly

biting her thumb off; and on hearing of this fresh instance of devilism,

I asked her mother, “how she came to have so bad a daughter, when all

her sons were so mild and good?”--“Oh, massa,” answered she, “the girl’s

father was a Guineaman.”

FEBRUARY 19.

Neptune came this morning to request that the name of his son, Oscar,

might be changed for that of Julius, which (it seems) had been that of

his own father. The child, he said, had always been weakly, and he was

persuaded, that its ill-health proceeded from his deceased grandfather’s

being displeased, because it had not been called after him. The other

day, too, a woman, who had a child sick in the hospital, begged me to

change its name for any other which might please me best: she cared not

what; but she was sure that it would never do well, so long as it should

be called Lucia. Perhaps this prejudice respecting the power of names

produces in some measure their unwillingness to be christened. They find

no change produced in them, except the alteration of their name, and

hence they conclude that this name contains in it some secret power;

while, on the other hand, they conceive that the ghosts of their

ancestors cannot fail to be offended at their abandoning an appellation,

either hereditary in the family, or given by themselves. It is another

negro-prejudice that the eructation of the breath of a sucking child has

something in it venomous; and frequently nursing mothers, on showing the

doctor a swelled breast, will very gravely and positively attribute it

to the infant’s having broken wind while hanging at the nipple.

FEBRUARY 20.

I asked one of my negro servants this morning whether old Luke was

a relation of his. “Yes,” he said.--“Is he your uncle, or your

cousin?”--“No, massa.”--“What then?”--“He and my father were shipmates,

massa.”

FEBRUARY 23.

The law-charges in Jamaica have lately been regulated by the House of

Assembly; and by all accounts (except that of the lawyers) it was full

time that something should be done on the subject. A case was mentioned

to me this morning of an estate litigated between several parties. At

length a decision was given: the estate was sold for £16,000; but the

lawyer’s claim must always be the first discharged, and as this amounted

to more than £16,000 the lawyer found himself in possession of the

estate. This was the fable of Æsop’s oyster put in action with a

vengeance.

FEBRUARY 25.

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