FROM C. P. W.

_Oct. 24._ Nothing happens here now, so that even this delightful

country, with its charming variety of scenery and its delicious

climate, its bracing air, its sparkling streams, its richness of

autumnal tints, the ever-varying play of light and shade upon the

steep hillsides and through the green valleys often cease to charm.

For myself, I may say that even the continual excitement incident to

the task of weighing cotton, selling sugar, or counting rails, not to

mention the no less important duty of seeing that my hat is not stolen

from my head, or the shingles off my roof,--even these interesting and

exciting occupations sometimes grow wearisome, and fail to afford that

continued gratification and satisfaction to enjoy which is the object

of a life in this Department. Although the statement seems absurd, I

must nevertheless affirm, that it is more bother to take care of a

plantation of one hundred and twenty working hands than it is to

exercise that number in the "School of the Company;" and that the

satisfaction derived from the faithfulness and honesty of perhaps

thirty is hardly sufficient to atone for the anxiety and distrust with

which one regards the remaining ninety, who lie by habit and steal on

the least provocation, who take infinite pains to be lazy and shirk,

who tell tales of others, of which themselves are the true subjects,

and from whom all the artifices of the lawyer cannot draw a fair

statement of fact, even when it is obviously for their own interest to

tell the whole truth. "Wherefore he is called the everlasting Niggah."

I have had my grumble, and I feel better. What I have said "has truth

in it, only distorted." I am not actually miserable, though one might

draw that inference from these remarks. The fact is that, the novelty

of this life having worn off after fifteen months of the "useful

experience," the life, as was to be, and was expected, loses something

of its satisfaction, and one is more open to the effect of the

vexations and annoyances than when the interest was fresh and the work

new and untried. It is not so much that one is annoyed by the work

itself, but the imperfections of the system under which we are

obliged to work grow more clear and are continually presented in

various forms. The only satisfactory thing would be to reconstruct the

system on the plantation, first, by turning off all the hands not

wanted; second, by adopting a new system in regard to the privileges

and compensation of the people. The privileges are, free houses, free

land for provision crops, free use of wood, and, with certain

restrictions, of the animals and implements. I should do away with

these privileges, making them pay house-rent and land-rent, making

them pay for their wood, if of certain qualities, and for the use of

teams and implements--for their own work. Then I should increase their

wages, with fixed prices for the various kinds of work. I should wish

to be able to discharge any one whose work did not suit me, and remove

him from the plantation. These reforms cannot possibly be instituted

now, and can never be, probably, on this island. In the meantime, if

the people were only honest and truthful, other matters would be of

comparatively little account, but they are the most provoking set, in

this respect, that you can easily conceive. They are almost

incorrigible.

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