_Cape Francois._
Ah, my dear friend, where shall I find expressions to convey to you an
idea of the horror that fills my soul; how describe scenes at which I
tremble even now with terror?
Three negroes were caught setting fire to a plantation near the town.
They were sentenced to be burnt alive; and the sentence was actually
executed. When they were tied to the stake and the fire kindled, one
of them, I understand, held his head over the smoke and was suffocated
immediately. The second made horrible contortions, and howled
dreadfully. The third, looking at him contemptuously said, Peace! do
you not know how to die? and preserved an unalterable firmness till the
devouring flames consumed him. This cruel act has been blamed by every
body, as giving a bad example to the negroes, who will not fail to
retaliate on the first prisoners they take. But it has been succeeded
by a deed which has absolutely chilled the hearts of the people. Every
one trembles for his own safety, and silent horror reigns throughout
the place.
A young Creole, who united to the greatest elegance of person the most
polished manners and the most undaunted courage, had incurred, I know
not how, the displeasure of general Rochambeau, and had received a
hint of approaching danger, but neither knew what he had to fear, nor
how to avoid it, when he received an order to pay into the treasury,
before three o'clock, twenty thousand dollars on pain of death. This
was at ten in the morning. He thought at first it was a jest; but when
assured that the order was serious, said he would rather die than
submit to such injustice, and was conducted by a guard to prison. Some
of his friends went to the government-house to intercede for him.
Nobody was admitted. His brother exerted himself to raise the sum
required; but though their house has a great deal of property, and
government is indebted to them more than a hundred thousand dollars,
it was difficult, from the scarcity of cash, to raise so large a sum
in so short a time, and nobody thought there was any danger to be
apprehended. At half after two o'clock he was taken to the fosset,
where his grave was already dug. The captain of the guard sent to know
if there was no reprieve: and was told that there was none. He sent
again, the same answer was returned, with an order to perform his duty,
or his life would be the forfeit of his disobedience. He was a Creole,
the friend, the companion of the unfortunate Feydon. Ah! how could he
submit to be the vile instrument of tyranny? how could he sacrifice his
friend? Why did he not resign his commission on the spot, and abide by
the consequence? Approaching Feydon, he offered to bind his eyes; but
he refused, saying, No, let me witness your horrors to the last moment.
He was placed on the brink of his grave. They fired: he fell! but from
the bottom of his grave cried, I am not dead--finish me! My heart
bleeds: I knew him; and while I live, the impression this dreadful
event has made on me will never be effaced. At the moment he was killed
his brother, having collected the required sum, carried it to the
general, who took the money, and sent the young man, who was frantic
when he heard of his brother's fate, to prison. It is said a reprieve
had been granted, but had been suppressed by Nero the commandant de la
place, who is as cruel, and as much detested as was the tyrant whose
name he bears.
A few days after, nine of the principal merchants were selected. One
hundred thousand dollars was the sum demanded from them; and they were
imprisoned till it should be found. It was then the virtuous Leaumont
approached, fearless of consequences, the retreat of the tyrant,
and obliged him to listen to the voice of truth. He represented the
impossibility of finding the sum demanded from these unfortunate men,
and entreated to have a tax laid on every individual of the place in
proportion to his property, which, after much debate was consented to.
The money was soon furnished, and the prisoners released.
Since the death of Feydon the general appears no more in public. A
settled gloom pervades the place, and every one trembles lest he should
be the next victim of a monster from whose power there is no retreat.
St. Louis, above all, is in the greatest danger, for he has the
reputation of being rich, and, having excited the aversion of general
Rochambeau, it is not probable that he will escape without some proof
of his animosity.
Clara is in the greatest dejection. She repents bitterly the levity
of her conduct, and is torn with anxiety for the fate of her husband.
She loves him not, it is true, but would be in despair if through her
fault the least evil befel him, and feels for the first time the danger
of awakening the passions of those who are capable of sacrificing all
considerations to gratify their wishes or revenge their disappointment.
She requested the general to give her a passport for St. Jago de Cuba.
He replied that he could only grant them to the old and ugly, and she,
not being of this description, he was obliged to refuse her; however,
after much solicitation, she obtained one for herself for me and her
servants, and we shall sail in a few days. All the women are suffered
to depart, but no man can procure a passport. Some it is true, find
means to escape in disguise, and they are fortunate, for it is much
feared that those who remain will be sacrificed. Every vessel that
sails from hence is seized and plundered by the English; but, as we are
Americans, perhaps we may pass.
Our intention is to stay at St. Jago till St. Louis joins us. God knows
whether we shall ever see him again. With what joy I shall leave this
land of oppression! how much that joy would be increased if I was going
to the continent; but in all places, and in all countries I shall be
affectionately yours,