SOLD AS A SLAVE
The distress and terror of our poor lads when they found themselves
flung into the horrible darkness of the ship's hold with its hatch
closed above them would have been pitiful had there been any witnesses.
But there was none, and for many weary hours they seemed to have been
imprisoned in mere wantonness only to be forgotten as soon as the
treacherous act had been accomplished. Their sole comfort was that
they were together; for, on being dropped into the hold, Nahma found
Tasquanto, stunned by the magnitude of his misfortune, awaiting him.
For a time the two remained speechless, only holding to each other,
listening, and fearfully awaiting what next might happen. Although they
could see nothing there was much to hear, for the anchor was being hove
up, sails loosed and sheeted home, canvas was slatting, yards were
creaking, and all to the accompaniment of much hoarse shouting and a
continual tramping of heavy feet. But none of these sounds conveyed
to our captives the slightest idea of what was taking place. After a
while the ship began to heel until they believed her to be capsizing,
and that their last hour had come. Also they heard a sound of rushing
waters. A little later both were so utterly prostrated by sea-sickness
that whatever might happen no longer concerned them.
In this wretched plight they lay for what seemed like many days, but in
reality only until the middle of the next forenoon, when, of a sudden,
the hatch above them was removed and they were blinded by the flood
of light that followed. Then men came to them and they were driven on
deck, where, dazed and weak with illness, they staggered from side to
side with the motion of the ship. Their pitiable appearance was greeted
by shouts of coarse mirth from the crew, who found in it a vastly
entertaining spectacle.
The captives were offered food, but refused it with loathing, though
they drank eagerly from a bucket of water placed beside them as
they sat on deck at the foremast's foot. After a while Nahma became
sufficiently revived by the fresh air to gaze about him with somewhat
of interest in his strange surroundings. Everything was marvellous and
incomprehensible. Even the bearded sailors in petticoats and pigtails,
which latter he took to be scalp-locks, were entirely different from
the French, who, until now, were the only white men he had known. Nor
could he comprehend a word of the barbarous language in which they
conversed. When he was tired of looking at them he began to wonder in
which direction lay the land, and to turn over in his mind a plan for
making a quick rush to the ship's side, leaping overboard, and swimming
to shore.
Before broaching this scheme to his comrade Nahma decided to get his
bearings. So he gained his feet and mounted a scuttle-butt, by which
his eyes were lifted above the level of the high bulwarks. To his
consternation there was no land in sight. Not so much as a tree nor a
blue hill-top could he discover in any direction. His unaccustomed
eyes could not even distinguish the line of the horizon dividing a gray
sky from the immensity of gray waters that stretched away on all sides.
The bewildering sight filled him with a dread greater than any he had
ever known, and he slipped back to his place beside Tasquanto, utterly
hopeless.
"Whether we be going up or down I know not," he said to the latter;
"but certain it is that we now float among the clouds, with no prospect
of ever again returning to the earth on which dwell people after our
own kind. Already are we become Okis."
"Then is it a most unhappy condition," answered Tasquanto, "and the
medicine-men are liars."
After a few hours on deck our lads were again driven into the darkness
and foulness of the hold; but on every pleasant day thereafter for
weeks was the process of bringing them on deck for an airing repeated.
In times of storm they were kept below, with their sufferings
immeasurably increased by sickness, by the violent pitching of the
ship, by lack of food and water, and by terrors of the creakings and
groanings that filled the surrounding blackness.
For more than a month did they thus suffer, hopeless of ever again
sighting land or of any relief from their unhappy situation. Then, to
Nahma at least, came the worst of all. One day, while they were on
deck, he suddenly lifted his head and sniffed the air.
"It is a breath of earth," he whispered, as though fearful of uttering
the glad news aloud. "I can smell it. Oh, my brother! to once more gain
the freedom of a forest would be a happiness exceeding any other. Let
us be ready on the morrow when we are again brought into the light. It
may be that we shall be near enough to swim to the land. Once within
cover of the forest we would never again look upon the face of a white
man."
About this time they were sent below, but that faint scent of land not
yet distinguished by any other on the ship had infused them with a new
hope, and for hours they talked of what might be done on the morrow.
In the mean time their ship was so near the English coast that
twenty-four hours later she lay at anchor in the harbor of Plymouth and
her small boat was ready to go ashore.
"Fetch me the heathen desired by Sir Ferdinando," ordered Captain
Dermer.
"Which one, sir?"
"Either will do. Call them up and take the first that shows a head.
Drive the other back, and keep him below until my return."
"Aye, aye, sir."
So the hatch was partially removed, and the signal for which our lads
had waited so impatiently was given. Tasquanto was first to answer it
and gain the deck. Nahma followed closely, but was met by a blow that
tumbled him back into the hold. Then the hatch was replaced, and he was
once more confronted by the horrors of solitary confinement.
For a time he continued to hope that he would be allowed on deck, or
that his comrade would be restored to him; but, as the weary hours
dragged slowly by without either of these things happening, these hopes
grew fainter and fainter until finally they vanished.
When food and water were brought to him, he drank of the latter but
refused to eat, although the food was fresh meat, the first he had seen
since the dreadful day when he had been enticed aboard the ship. It was
another proof that they were once more near land. Perhaps even now the
forest for which he longed was close at hand, and perhaps people of his
own race were come off to trade. Perhaps Tasquanto, who had picked up
a number of English words, was acting as interpreter for them. In that
case he would doubtless find a chance for escape, though even if he
should, Nahma was certain that he would not make use of it. Were they
not brothers, sworn to share each other's fortunes, good or ill, to the
end? No! Tasquanto would never desert him; but sooner or later, if he
were still alive, would come again to him. Of this our lad was certain.
After a while the lonely prisoner fell asleep, and when he next awoke
the ship was again in motion. He felt about for his companion, but
could not find him; he called aloud, but got no answer. Then he knew
that he was indeed alone in the world and that something terrible must
have happened to Tasquanto. When next he was allowed on deck he looked
eagerly for his friend, and, seeing nothing of him, relapsed into a
condition of apathy. He no longer cared what happened, and refused to
eat the food offered him.
"Won't eat, eh?" growled Captain Dermer, on learning of this state of
affairs. "We'll see about that."
The grizzled old mariner's method of seeing about things was so
effective that the refractory young Indian shortly found himself
pinned to the deck by two sailors. A third pinched his nose, and when
he opened his mouth for breath poured in hot soup that the victim was
obliged to swallow to keep from choking. So he was fed by force, and
his strength was sustained until the ship once more came to anchor.
As usual, Nahma was confined below when this happened, and when he was
next brought on deck he was given no time to look about him before
being seized, stripped of the foul garments that he had worn during
the voyage, and scrubbed from head to foot, roughly but thoroughly.
Then he was provided with a new suit of buckskin that had been acquired
by trade from the Abenakis. He was also given colors and a mirror and
ordered to paint his face. Showing symptoms of disobedience, he was
made to understand that one of the crew would do it for him; and,
rather than be thus disfigured, he reluctantly complied. After he had
satisfactorily decorated himself, greatly to the amusement of the crew,
he was left to his own devices and allowed to wander about the deck as
he pleased.
Gaining a position where he could see beyond the ship's side, he was
as amazed and bewildered as though he had been transported to another
planet, for the vessel had ascended the Thames, and his outlook was
upon London.
Not a tree was to be seen, not a green thing, only houses, until it
seemed as though the whole world must be covered with them. Even the
river disappeared beneath houses built in a double row on a bridge that
spanned it a short distance away. The ship was moored beside a great
dingy building, from and into which men came and went as thickly as
bees swarming about a hollow tree in his native woods.
Although no such clouds of smoke hung above London then as infold it
to-day, there was enough to impress our young savage with the belief
that a forest fire must be raging just beyond the buildings that
obstructed his view. This belief was strengthened by the ceaseless roar
of the city, that, to him, held the same elements of terror as the
awful voice of a wide-spread conflagration.
If Tasquanto were only with him that they might discuss these things.
But, alas! he was alone, as unfitted for a life-struggle amid those
heretofore undreamed-of surroundings as a newborn babe, and, like it,
unprovided with a language understandable by those about him. Set down
in the heart of a primeval forest he would have been perfectly at home;
but face to face with this hideous wilderness of human construction he
was appalled at his own insignificance and utter helplessness.
As he turned away terror-stricken he noticed that several persons
gathered about Captain Dermer were regarding him curiously. One of
them, a young man of about Nahma's own age, apparently touched by the
hopeless expression on our lad's painted face, stepped towards him with
outstretched hand.
"Winslow," he said, pointing to himself.
"Massasoit," answered the other, promptly, and indicating his own
person.
Although he could not understand the newcomer's words he appreciated
the hearty grip of his hand, and, gazing into his honest eyes, felt
that here was one who might become a friend.
"What are you going to do with him?" inquired Winslow, stepping back
beside Captain Dermer.
"Let him go when he can pay his passage-money, or turn him over to the
first person who will pay it for him," was the reply.
"What is the sum?"
"Twenty pounds, no more nor less."
"I have not that amount with me, but if you will give me a day or two I
think I can get it. Will you keep him until I come again?"
"Unless some other turns up in the mean time equally desirous of
accommodating him."
"Captain, I vill pay the money on the spot," exclaimed a voice,
and wheeling about, Winslow saw a man of sporty aspect arrayed in
tawdry imitation of a gentleman, and of a decidedly Hebraic cast of
countenance. He was extending a handful of gold pieces, which Captain
Dermer took and counted.
"It is a trade," he said. "Take him and may luck go with you."
Thus was sold, in the city of London, a free-born native American; and
he was but one of many New World people who shared a similar fate both
before and afterwards.