Babo commanded all the boats to bedestroyed but the long-boat, which was unseaworthy, and another,a cutter in good condition, which, knowing it would yet be wantedfor lowering the water casks, he had it lowered down into the hold.

igned by the deponent and the sailors who couldwrite, as also by the Negro Babo, for himself and all the blacks, inwhich the deponent obliged himself to carry them to Senegal, andthey not to kill any more, and he formally to make over to them theship, with the cargo, with which they were for that time satisfiedand quieted....

“Keep faith with the blacks fromhere to Senegal, or you shall in spirit, as now in body, follow yourleader,” pointing to the prow;... that the same morning the NegroBabo took by succession each Spaniard forward, and asked himwhose skeleton that was, a

e Negro Babo answered nothing till the fourth day, when atsunrise, the deponent coming on deck, the Negro Babo showedhim a skeleton, which had been substituted for the ship’s properfigure-head, the image of Christopher Colon

erman-cousin, ofmiddle-age, Don Francisco Masa, of Mendoza, and the young DonJoaquin, Marques de Aramboalaza, then lately from Spain, with hisSpanish servant Ponce

seen of it by the deponent for threedays;...

, prayed and conjured, but all was useless; for the NegroBabo answered him that the thing could not be prevented, and thatall the Spaniards risked their death if they should attempt tofrustrate his will in this matter

of what road they should be made to take did they or any of themoppose him; and that, by means of the death of Don Alexandro,that warning would best be given

Negro Babo

o the island of Santa Maria,

Cape Horn, the bad condition of the vessel,the want of provisions, sails, and water; but that the Negro Baboreplied to him he must carry them in any way;

with handspikes and hatchets, andothers by throwing them alive overboard

raved of some things which could never havehappened

nd thirty-nine women and children of allages. [After the catalog

Do certify and declare, as much as is requisite in law, that, in thecriminal cause commenced the twenty-fourth of the month ofSeptember, in t

so reduced as to be carriedashore in arms.

rrier, the unflagging sailors again closed. Exhausted, theblacks now fought in despair. Their red tongues lolled, wolf-like,from their blackmouths.

One extended arm of the ghost seemed beckoning thewhites to avenge it.

wo Spaniards, in the dress ofsailors and conspicuously showing themselves, were killed;

Take her, and no small part should be theirs.The sailors replied with a shout

American did not give up his design.

, thenext with up-thrown gestures hailing the now dusky expanse ofocean- cawing crows escaped from the hand of the fowler

Don Benito, but with mask torn away,flourishing hatchets and knives, in ferocious piratical revol

Not Captain Delano, but Don Benito, the black, in leaping into theboat, had intended to stab

as snakishly writhing up fromthe boat’s bottom, at the heart of his master,

At this juncture, the left hand of Captain Delano, on one side, againclutched the half-reclined Don Benito, heedless that he was in aspeechless faint, while his right foot, on the other side, ground theprostrate Negro; and his right arm pressed for added speed on theafter oar, his eye bent forward, encouraging his men to theirutmost.

disdainful smil

Don Benito sprangover the bulwarks, falling at the feet of Captain Delano;

coldness has deceived me; in no instance hashe meant to offend

theistic doubt of the ever-watchful Providence above

lying in wait?

now heedless of commonpropriety in not accompanying to the side his departing guest?

if he has little breeding, the more need toshow mine.

his servant, rose to his feet, and graspingCaptain Delano’s hand, stood tremulou

Captain Delano’spride began to be roused

nature cared not a jot; since, whose fault was it,pray? But the foul mood was now at its depth, as the fair wind atits height.

he was silent.

he felt a slight twinge,

inward chuckle

f those Ashantee Negresses that makesuch capital soldiers,

Poor fellow, thought Captain Delano, bitter experience has taughthim that one ripple does not make a wind,

nurse does achild’s

silent and motionless.

han from any impression that weighty benefitto himself and his voyage was involv

ot only his constant attendant andcompanion, but in all things his confidant

him at vacancy

not his master’s chair, butCaptain Delano’

African’s, should, far from improving the latter’s quality, have thesad effect of pouring vitriolic acid into black broth; improving thehue, perhaps, but not the wholesomeness.” “Doubtless, doubtless,Senor, but”- glancing at Babo- “not to sp

Captain Delano imputed his jealous watchfulness tothat peculiar feeling which the full-blooded African entertains forthe adulterated one.

Ah, this slaverybreeds ugly passions in man!

because, only by accident, Babo had givenmaster one little scratch; and for the first time in so many a day,too. Ah, ah, ah,” holding his hand to his face.

hat the Negro seemed a Nubian sculptorfinishing off a white statue-head

some juggling play beforehim.

incidental praises, less qualified than before, to theblacks, for their general good conduct

e a good lesson.

now presented by Don Benito

but to be becalmed for two months, that is, at least,unusual.

that in the black he saw a headsman, and in the white, aman at the block.

. Not unaffected by the close sight of thegleaming steel, Don Benito nervously shuddered

other nations.

philanthropically, but genially, just as other men to Newfoundlanddogs.

When to all this is added the docility arising from the unaspiringcontentment of a limited mind,

with alternate visitations of sad thoughts andbad dreams

Overhead, four or five oldmuskets were stuck into horizontal holes along the beams.

inasmuch as the timely interruption

hen shaving-time comes

You yourself, Don Benito, spoke of CapeHorn,” he emphatically repeated

like a social circle of bats

warped as a camel’s skeleton in the desert,

eyes bent sideways

I see in them and myself the same old law.

shames silliness out of me.

I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and fathomless as myself,

I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.

electrical,

Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.

look through the eyes of the dead

The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and hill-sides

I am mad for it to be in contact with me.

with original energy.

atom

he answered me, they would not.

“Commit thy way unto the Lord; trust also in him; and he shall bring it to pass.”

but I found no comfort here neither,

she threw a handful of ashes in mine eyes.

heir horrible addictedness to lying,

He answered me that such a time his master roasted him, and that himself did eat a piece of him, as big as his two fingers, and that he was very good meat.

that it would be no matter if my head were off too.

through the good providence of God, I had a comfortable lodging that night. I

Friend Indian,

rude fellow

I found six acorns, and two chestnuts, which were some refreshment to me.

my master being gone, who seemed to me the best friend that I had of an Indian,

she gave me a slap in the face, and bade me go;

she snatched it hastily out of my hand, and threw it out of doors. I

which did much rejoice my spirit.

Sabbath-day-

s returned in safety

invited my master and mistress to dinne

t he bade me keep it

surely there are many who may be better employed than to lie sucking a stinking tobacco-pipe.

Yet I answered, they would kill me. “No,” said he, “none will hurt you.” Then came one of them and gave me two spoonfuls of meal to comfort me, and another gave me half a pint of peas;

he first time to my remembrance, that I wept before them.

blessed be the name of the Lord

my son Joseph unexpectedly came to me

rout was, as I thought

We were not ready for so great a mercy as victory and deliverance

God did not give them courage or activity to go over after us.

heathen.

, yet they were sweet and savory to my taste.

Sabbath before

g: some carried their old decrepit mothers, s

stoutest men, and sent them back to hold the English army in play whilst the rest escaped.

what comfort it was to me.

He answered, yes.

destroyed

roaring and hooping that there was.

With tears in his eyes, he asked me whether his sister Sarah was dead;

nation which I knew not, ruled over them.

another in the wilderness,

She was about ten years old, a

and myself also in this wilderness condition,

but I was sold to him by another Narragansett Indian, who took me when first I came out of the garrison).

as, but now the case is changed;

like a lamb departed this life on

my child being even ready to depart this sorrowful world,

your master

through the blessing of God he was able to travel again.

He wounded me with one hand, so he healed me with the other

it was easy for me to see how righteous it was with God to cut off the thread of my life and cast me out of His presence forever.

pagans (now merciless enemies)

with her wound.

behind him, with my poor sick babe in my lap. A

Christian friend

being now (through the wound) fallen into a violent fever

yea, so much that I could never have thought of, had I not experienced it.

inhumane creatures, laughed,

, and I fell down with it.

Indians carried my poor wounded babe upon a horse;

God was with me in a wonderful manner, carrying me along

bitterness of my spirit that I had at this departure:

what is the savageness and brutishness of this barbarous enemy,

it

poor wounded babe

the Indians told me they would kill him as he came homeward), my children gone, my relations and friends gone, our house and home and all our comforts—within door and without—all was gone

merciless enemies;

those black creatures in the night, which made the place a lively resemblance of hell.

. Oh the roaring,

fear of the Indians

those barbarous creatures

as we make our voices heard in a public context

nation to the larger, global implications

and everywhere their influence spreads.

(such as films and other references).

What is the difference between American literature and American history?