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                               A SUMMER
                                  ON
                              THE BORDERS
                                  OF
                          THE CARIBBEAN SEA.

                         BY J. DENNIS HARRIS.

                        WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY
                        GEORGE WILLIAM CURTIS.

                               NEW YORK:
                       A. B. BURDICK, PUBLISHER,
                        No. 145 NASSAU STREET.
                                 1860.

      Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1860, by

                           J. DENNIS HARRIS,

In the clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States,
                for the Southern District of New York.




ADVERTISEMENT.


Through the columns of leading journals in New York, St. Louis, and
other localities, we have had occasion to acknowledge the fact that the
political views which gave rise to the present volume, though
comparatively new, have generally met the approval of distinguished
statesmen and philanthropists, North and South.[A]

The following note from the venerable Mr. Giddings indicating the
proposition, is but one of a large number which we have received from
various parts of the country:--

_Jefferson, Ohio, July 13, 1859._

     MY DEAR SIR:--I am heartily in favor of Mr. Blair’s plan of
     furnishing territory in Central America for the use of such of our
     African brethren as wish to settle in a climate more congenial to
     the <DW52> race than any that our government possesses.

     I hope and trust you may be successful in your efforts.

Very truly,

J. D. HARRIS, ESQ.      J. R. GIDDINGS.




The subjoined, respecting the work itself, is from Mr. William Cullen
Bryant, by whom, in addition to Mr. George W. Curtis, a portion of these
communications was reviewed:--

_Roslyn, Long Island, August 26, 1860._

     DEAR SIR:--I have looked over with attention the letters you left
     with me, and return them herewith. It appears to me it will be very
     well to publish them. Of the Spanish part of the island of San
     Domingo very little is known--much less than of the French part;
     and the information you give of the country and its people is
     valuable and interesting.

I am, Sir,
Respectfully yours,
W. C. BRYANT.



MR. J. D. HARRIS.




CONTENTS.


 INTRODUCTION.....vii

 DOMINICAN REPUBLIC.

 LETTER I.

 From New York to Puerto de Plata--Smoothness of the Voyage--Hayti in
 the Distance--The Custom-House Officers--Description of the Standing
 Army--Unparalleled Scenic Beauty.....13-19

 LETTER II.

 Want of Information--One side of a Question--The other side--Causes of
 the decline of the Spanish Colony--Subsequent history.....20-30

 LETTER III.

 Corpus Christi--The Farm of the Fugitive Slave.....31-35

 LETTER IV.

 First Ride in the Country--Pastorisa Place.....36-41

 LETTER V.

 Valley of the Isabella--Customs of the People--A Call for
 Dinner.....42-50

 LETTER VI.

 On the way to Porto Cabello--Antille-Americana--Immigration
 Ordinance.....51-61

 LETTER VII.

 Proposed American Settlement--A Picture of Life--Tomb of the Wesleyan
 Missionary.....62-67

 LETTER VIII.

 Summary of Dominican Staples, Exports, and Products.....68-75

 REPUBLIC OF HAYTI

 HISTORICAL SKETCH.

 LETTER IX.

 State of Affairs previous to 1790.....76-83

 LETTER X.

 Affairs in France--Case of the Mulattoes--Terrible Death of Ogé and
 Chavine.....84-92

 LETTER XI.

 Tragedy of the Revolution--A Chapter of Horrors (which the delicate
 reader may, if he pleases, omit).....93-104

 LETTER XII.

 Tragedy of the Revolution, continued--Rigaud succeeded by
 L’Ouverture--L’Ouverture duped by Le Clerc.....105-115

 LETTER XIII.

 The War Renewed--“Liberty or Death”--Expulsion of the French--Jean
 Jacques Dessalines, First Emperor of Hayti--The Aurora of
 Peace--Principal Events up to present date--Geffrard on
 Education.....116-127

 GRAND TURK’S AND CAICOS ISLANDS.

 LETTER XIV.

 An Island of Salt--Honor to the British Queen--Sir Edward Jordan, of
 Jamaica--A Story in Parenthesis--The Poetry of Sailing.....128-137

 BRITISH HONDURAS.

 LETTER XV.

 Off Ruatan--The Sailor’s Love Story--Sovereignty of the Bay
 Islands--English _vs._ American View of Central American
 Affairs.....138-150

 CONCLUSIVE SUMMARY.

 LETTER XVI.

 Concise Description of the Spanish Main--Dominicana Reviewed--The
 magnificent Bay of Samana--Conclusive Summary.....151-160

 APPENDIX.

 The Anglo-African Empire--Opinions of distinguished Statesmen and
 Philanthropists.....161-179





INTRODUCTION.


The free  American, of whatever shade, sees that his destiny is
linked with slavery. Where his face is a crime he can not hope for
justice. In the country which enslaves his race he can never be an
acknowledged man. That it is his native country does not help him. The
author of this book is an American as much as James Buchanan. He is more
so: for the father of Mr. Buchanan was born in Ireland, and the father
of Mr. Harris was born in North Carolina. But the one becomes president;
the other is officially declared to have no rights which white men are
bound to respect.

The intelligent <DW52> man, therefore, as he ponders the unhappy
condition of his race among us, perceives that, even if slavery in the
Southern States were to be immediately abolished, his condition would be
only nominally and legally, not actually, equal to that of the whites.
The traditional habit of unquestioned mastery can not be laid aside at
will. Prejudice is not amenable to law. There is a terrible logic in the
slave system. For the proper and safe subjugation of the slave there
must be silence, ignorance, and absolute despotism. But these react upon
the master; and the difficulties and dangers of emancipation, as the
history of Jamaica shows, are found upon the side of the master and not
of the slave. The law might establish a political equality between them,
but the old feeling would survive, and would still exclaim with the San
Domingo planters when the French Assembly freed the mulattoes in 1791,
“We would rather die than share our political rights with a bastard and
degenerate race.”

The free <DW52> man, wishing to help himself and his race, may choose
one of several methods. If he dare to take the risk, he may try to
recover by force the rights of which force only deprives him. But his
truest friends among the dominant race will assure him that such a
course is mere suicide. In a war of races in this country his own would
be exterminated. Or he may say with Geo. T. Downing, “I feel that I am
working for the people with whom I am identified in oppression, in
securing a business name: I shall strive for my and their elevation, but
it will be by a strict and undivided attention to business.” Or he may
believe with Jefferson, “Nothing is more certainly written in the book
of fate than that these people [the ] are to be free: nor is it
less certain that the two races equally free can not live in the same
government. Nature, habit, opinion, have drawn indissoluble lines of
distinction between them.”

This latter opinion is shared by many intelligent public men in this
country, of whom Francis P. Blain Jr., of Missouri, Senator Doolittle,
of Wisconsin, and Senator Bingham, of Michigan, are the most
conspicuous. They believe that the emigration of free <DW52> people,
protected by the United States, into some region of propitious climate
and beyond the taint of prejudice against color, would have the most
important practical influence upon the question of emancipation in this
country, and of the consequent restoration of the <DW52> race to the
respect of the world.

It is not surprising that a docile and amiable people enslaved by nearly
half the States,--legally excluded from many of the rest, and everywhere
contemned, should believe this, and turn their eyes elsewhere in the
fond faith that any land but their own is friendly.

The author of this book is of opinion that under the protection of the
United States government a few intelligent and industrious 
families could colonize some spot within the Gulf of Mexico or upon its
shores, and there live usefully and respected; while gradually an
accurate knowledge of the advantages of such a settlement would be
spread among their friends in the United States, and, as they developed
their capacities for labor and society, not only attract their free
brethren to follow, but enable the well-disposed slaveholders to see an
easy and simple solution of the question which so deeply perplexes them,
“What should we do with the emancipated slaves?”

But neither Mr. Harris nor his friends, so far as I know, anticipate the
final solution of the practical problem of slavery by emigration. They
do not contemplate any vast exodus of their race; for they know how
slowly even the small results they look for must be achieved, since the
first condition is the protection of the American government. Mr. Harris
thinks that the island of Hayti or San Domingo, in its eastern or
Dominican portion, offers the most promising prospect for such an
experiment; and this little book is the record of his own travel and
observation upon that island and at other points of the Caribbean sea.
It contains a brief and interesting sketch of the insurrection of
Toussaint L’Ouverture, a story which incessantly reminds every
thoughtful man that slavery everywhere, however seemingly secure, is
only a suppressed, not an extinguished, volcano.

I commend the book heartily as sincere and faithful, quite sure that it
will command attention not only by its intrinsic interest and merit, but
as another silent and eloquent protest against the system which, while
it deprives men of human rights, also denies them intellectual capacity.
I think we may pardon the author that he does not love the government of
his native land. But surely he and all other <DW52> men may
congratulate themselves that the party whose principles will presently
control that government repeats the words of the Declaration of
Independence as its creed of political philosophy.

GEORGE WILLIAM CURTIS.

NEW YORK, _September 1st, 1860_.




A SUMMER

ON THE BORDERS OF

THE CARIBBEAN SEA.




LETTER I.

Dominican Republic.

     FROM NEW YORK TO PUERTO DEL PLATA--SMOOTHNESS OF THE VOYAGE--HAYTI
     IN THE DISTANCE--DESCRIPTION OF THE STANDING ARMY--UNPARALLELED
     SCENIC BEAUTY.

    “Is John departed, and is Lilburn gone?
     Farewell to both, to Lilburn and to John.”
              Hudibras.


It was a mild, showery morning on the 19th of May, 1860, that the brig
John Butler, on board of which we were, left her dock at New York and
anchored off the Jersey Flats. From this point we enjoyed the
pleasantest and decidedly most satisfactory view of the great commercial
city and its environs. The many white-sailed vessels and finely-painted
steamers plying in and out the North and East rivers, and between the
bright green undulating <DW72>s of Staten and Long islands, presented a
picturesque and animated scene, quite in contrast with the dark walls
and stately steeples of the city which arose beyond.

More delightfully refreshing nothing could have been. Altogether, the
fine air and characteristic scenes of New York bay amply repaid the
inconvenience of remaining all day in sight of the great metropolis,
without being jostled in its streets or snuffing the peculiar atmosphere
that pervades it.

On the morning of the 20th we sailed out of the bay, passed Sandy Hook,
and were at sea. The sky was clear, and the ocean calm. Betwixt the
novelty of being at sea for the first time and the dread of that
sickness which all landsmen fear, but know to be inevitable, I was kept
in a state of moderate excitement which effectually annihilated those
sentimental sorrows which one is expected at such times to entertain.
The first vessel we met coming in was the Porto Plata, from this city,
and owned by a German firm on the corner of Broadway and Wall street,
New York. Her cargo, I have since learned, consisted principally of
mahogany and hides.

Our mornings were passed mostly in studying the Dominican language,
which, as nearly as I can analyze it, is a compound of Spanish, French,
English, Congo, and Caribbean--but, of course, principally Spanish. The
afternoons were spent in fishing, and catching sea-weed, watching the
flying-fish, or in looking simply and silently on the ever-bounding sea,
which was in itself an infinite and unwearying source of irrepressible
delight. A comparatively quiet sameness characterized the voyage. With
bright clouds pencilling the sunset sky, a fresh breeze stiffening the
sails, and the ship gliding smoothly over the buoyant waves, the
sensations were at times exceedingly exhilarating, and even supremely
delicious. But there were no dead calms, no terrific storms. To-day was
the pale blue sky above, and the deep blue ocean rolling everywhere
around; and to-morrow the sky was equally as fine, and the same dark
heaving ocean as boundlessly sublime. Had there been a storm, if only
for description’s sake!

But the poetry ceased. We were now in the latitude of the regular
trade-winds, with which every man is supposed to be as certainly
familiar as he is with a school-book, or the way to church. Where were
the winds? Wanting--from the south and east when they should have been
from the west, and _vice versa_. As for their reputed regularity, they
were no more regular than a sinner at prayers. Four successive days we
averaged about one mile an hour, and this was in the trade-winds! For
the honor of all concerned, however, I will say (on the point-blank oath
of our captain) that such a thing never occurred before, and, as he
expressed it, “mightn’t be again in a thousand years.” I thought of an
old man who once went travelling, and when he returned he was asked what
he had learned. He said, simply, “I was a fool before, but by travelling
I found it out.” The astounding thunderstorms you hear about in the West
Indies were all gone before we got here; so were the whirlwinds.

After a sail of twelve days, a long, dim, bluish outline, as of a cloud
four hundred miles in length, stood out above the waves. Soon, with a
glass, could be distinguished the regularly rising tablelands and lovely
green valleys, the dark mountains standing in the background. I was at
once agitated with all the anxieties of hope and fear. We were
approaching the eventful shores of San Domingo, embracing as it does the
Dominican and Haytien republics. But however thrillingly interesting its
past history may have been, the _practical_ question was whether the
present state of affairs here would not be found unsatisfactory, and the
climate hotter and less healthy than was desirable, or whether the
luxuriant indications of opulence and ease I now beheld might not prove
to be more captivating than expected, and the climate even more
delightfully salubrious than I had dared to anticipate. I watched the
lingering sunlight, wrapping the clouds, the mountains, and the sky into
one glowing and refulgent scene, with all the enthusiasm of which my
soul was capable; but the sun went quietly down, and the supper-bell
reminded me of a fresh-caught mackerel. The sun and the land will come
again to-morrow, but the mackerel disappeared forever.

Morning did come, and with it came the pilot (black). We entered the
“port of silver” (Puerto del Plata). The harbor is a poor one; but if
there be one thing on earth deserving the epithet “sublime,” it is the
surrounding scenery. We anchored, and there awaited the coming of the
custom-house officers. The officers came--some white, some --and
with them Mr. Collins, an American gentleman to whom I was addressed. He
received me liberally, invited me to stop with him, promising to show me
around the country, introduce me to the General, (black,) and do a
variety of other things decidedly un-American, but very gentlemanly
indeed.

It was Saturday afternoon when we went ashore, and it so happened there
was to be a government proclamation. In due time the drum struck up, and
down came the standing army, looking for all the world like a parcel of
ragamuffin boys playing militia. I counted them, and I think there were
four drummers, two fifers, and two lines of soldiers--thirteen in a
line. Some were barefooted, others wore shoes; some of their guns had
bayonets, and others none. The manner in which they bore them compared
with the foregoing suggestions, and so on to the end of this ridiculous
scene. Dominicana has a government--so poets have empires.

In passing through the streets one is compelled to observe the
non-progressive appearance of everything around him. There lie the
unturned stones, just as they were laid a century ago. The houses are
generally built one story high, with conical-shaped roofs, for no other
reason than that that is the way this generation found them. Mr.
Collins, who is a bachelor, lives in an airy two-story house, with a
charming verandah running its whole length, cool and delicious, and
surrounded by the sweetest fruit-trees outside of Eden. I found myself
perpetually exclaiming, “Oh! what beautiful, bright roses!” what this,
and what that, until I felt shamefully convicted of my own enthusiastic
ignorance. I need not repeat the traveller’s story, for the certainty
of exposure is sure. Look at a wood-cut and say that you have seen
Niagara, but don’t read Harper’s picture-books and suppose you have any
idea of Haytien floral beauty.[B]

Of course I have not been here long enough to know whether it is a fit
place for a man to live in, or for a number to colonize, and I am well
aware, when the question of politics comes up, it turns on a very
different pivot; but by all that is magnificent, lovely, exquisite, and
delicious in its vegetable productions, I do set it down a perfect
paradise.




LETTER II.

Dominican Republic.


WANT OF INFORMATION--ONE SIDE OF A QUESTION.

There is no school-boy but remembers, when tracing the history of
Columbus on his perilous voyage across the sea in search of a new world,
how eagerly he watched each favorable indication of bird or sea-weed,
and ultimately with what rapture he greeted the joyous cry of land; nor
who, looking back through the vista of centuries past, but brings
vividly to mind the landing of Columbus, the simplicity of the natives,
the cupidity of the Spaniards, and their insatiable thirst for gold. But
further than this--further than a knowledge of a few of the most
striking outlines of the earlier history of Hayti, or Hispaniola--there
is generally known little or nothing; little of the vicissitudes and
sanguinary scenes through which the peoples of this island have passed;
nothing of the “easily attainable wealth almost in sight of our great
commercial cities;” nothing of its sanitary districts peculiarly
conducive to longevity. On the contrary, erroneous and exaggerated
notions prevail, that because it is not within a given circle of
isothermal lines it must necessarily be fit for the habitation only of
centipedes, bugbears, land-sharks and lizards. Indeed, it has been well
said there is perhaps no portion of the civilized world of which the
American people are so uninformed; and, in fact, so anomalous and
apparently contradictory to the generally received impression does
everything appear, that I almost despair of these papers being regarded
as other than humorously paradoxical.

I am standing now on the line of 19° 45´ of north latitude, or but 20°
15´ south of the city of New York, and but 3° of longitude east, a
distance not greater, I think, than by river from St. Louis to New
Orleans, a distance frequently made by steamers within four days, and a
distance which may be travelled over on railroads in the States at the
rate of three times a week! Yet there are many persons who, were you to
speak to them concerning this portion of the American tropics, you would
find, regard it as being somewhere away on the coast of Africa, and the
voyage hither long and tediously disagreeable. It is in reality but a
small pleasure trip.

This is one side; but the great lesson of the world’s experience is
that there are two sides to every question.


THE OTHER SIDE.

On the other hand, it may well be asked, if this be the Eden of the New
World, why its flowers should be “born to blush unseen,” and its “gems
of purest ray” remain hidden in its hills; or, to speak less
classically, why the country should lie so long a comparative _terra
incognita_, producing generations of indolent men and women, excelling
only in superstition, idleness, and profound stupidity. In the “Silver
Port,” the port in which we entered, vessels get within a quarter of a
mile of land; then lighters take the cargo half the remaining distance,
and from thence ox-carts convey it to the shore, when a comparatively
small outlay of ingenuity, capital, and labor would make it a
respectable harbor.

The men generally dress--those that dress at all--in cool white linen,
Panama hats, and light gaiter boots. They look nice; but the
red-turbaned, often bare-stockinged, loosely-dressed women are shocking.

    “Know then this truth, (enough for man to know,)
     Virtue alone is happiness below.”

Soon after we arrived, a dark, brown-skinned, and as handsome a looking
man as I ever saw, came on board as watchman. For my particular benefit,
I suppose, the captain inquired if he had a wife; to which he replied,
in broken Spanish, “Two--one is not a plenty.”

A large portion of the cargo of the vessel in which I came consisted of
lumber for the erection of a storehouse. The same vessel will be
freighted back with timber of a superior quality. Indeed, the shores are
lined with yellow-wood and mahogany; _but it is not sawed_. A gentleman
is reported to have built a house in one of the interior towns which
would have cost in Northern Ohio about $800, at a cost of $25,000.
Inquire why this is so--why this listless inactivity prevails--and you
receive the answer, “Well, waat is the use?” or, as Tennyson has it,
“Vot’s the hods, so long as you’re ’appy.” The “apathy of despair” has
not reached here, but the apathy of stupidity is incurable.


CAUSES OF THE DECLINE OF THE SPANISH COLONY.

I am aware that many persons, among them our finest writers on
“Civilization--Its Dependence on Physical Circumstances,” attribute the
cause of the island’s decline from its ancient splendor, and the
consequent supine indifference of the natives, to the effeminating
influences attending all tropical climates; and, without prejudice, I
believe such would be very greatly the case in a very large portion of
the tropical world; but it is a libel on Hayti and Dominicana. The
country is as healthy as Virginia, and, except in its excessive beauty
and fertility, resembles much the state of North Carolina. “Nobody dies
in Port-au-Platte,” they say; but I should be sorry to find it true. I
trace the cause in the country’s history, as I think the following brief
glance will show, for much of which I am indebted to W. S. Courtney,
Esq., and his essay on “The Gold Fields of St. Domingo.” We will say the
civilized history of the country began with the Spaniards in 1492. The
inhabitants, at the time of its discovery by Columbus, were a
simple-minded, hospitable, and kind-hearted people, the fate
(unparalleled suffering) of whom I have no disposition to record. The
studious reader of American history will shudder at the bare
recollection of the predatory scenes and excessively inhuman and
bewildering iniquities of which they fell the victims, and which, if
perpetrated now in any part of the world, “would send a thrill of horror
to the heart of universal man.” Montgomery, I think it is, expresses
their fate touchingly, and in a nut-shell, thus:

    “Down to the dust the Carib people passed,
     Like autumn foliage withering in the blast;
     A whole race sunk beneath the oppressor’s rod,
     And left a blank among the works of God!”

The Spanish colonists brought with them, of course, the Spanish
language, customs, laws, and religion, which language, customs, and
religion prevail to this day. They were exceedingly prosperous through a
long series of years. They built palatial residences, cultivated sugar
and tobacco farms, erected prodigious warehouses, established assay
offices, and worked the mines on a grand but unscientific scale. The
mines are supposed to have yielded from twenty-five to thirty millions
of dollars per annum, and the exports of sugar and other productions
showed a corresponding degree of prosperity.

In about 1630 the island began to decline. The natives had been driven
and tortured to the last degree, and the heroic Spaniards began to look
around for other countries to conquer, other people to enslave. They
discovered Mexico, Peru, and Brazil. The most glowing and captivating
accounts went forth of the incalculable wealth of those countries in
silver and gold, and multitudes abandoned their homes and haciendas and
flocked thitherwards, in the hope of realizing wealth untold.
Plantations and mines that had been producing immense revenues were
abandoned to waste and desolation, and the population of the island was
reduced one half from this one cause alone. Meanwhile, the French had
established themselves on the western part of the island, and the
present Haytien territory was ceded to France in 1773.

The remaining Spaniards introduced African slaves to supply the place of
natives, and with this labor they were enabled to recover somewhat of
their ancient thrift. Soon after this, the revolt in the French portion
of the island occurred, and many of the Spanish slaves left the
territory to join the standard of their revolutionary brethren. Besides
this, whenever the French royalists drove the revolutionary forces back
into the mountains, and cut off their supplies, the latter entered the
Spanish territory, helped themselves to what they needed, destroyed the
haciendas, carried off cattle and crops, and if they were resisted, as
they sometimes were, they slaughtered the Spaniards as they do hogs in
Cincinnati, Ohio, set the cities on fire, and left behind a grand but
terribly universal ruin.

The history of San Domingo was never completely written, and if it were,
would never find a reader. But stand here on these shores, with a rising
panorama of half the scenes enacted by these revolting and infuriated
slaves, and there is not a planter in the Southern United States, who,
for all the wealth Peru, Mexico, and St. Domingo could produce, would be
willing to return home and remain there over night.

Finally, Dessalines, that extraordinary prince of cut-throats, entered
the Spanish territory, slaughtered the French, laid waste the country
for leagues, carried off the remaining slaves, and so bewildered and
astounded the Spanish residents that they gathered up what movable
wealth they could and left the country, “some for Mexico, some for Peru,
while many returned to Spain.”

Such are the principal and to me satisfactory causes which history
assigns for the decline of the island’s thrift, which had reached an
unparalleled degree of prosperity and an unsurpassed grandeur and
magnificence, with a rapidity unrivalled in the annals of the world.


SUBSEQUENT HISTORY.

For the gratification of your many readers, I will continue this
homœopathic sketch of the island’s history up to the present time.

In 1821 the Dominican portion (which embraces about three-fifths of the
island, but having, I think, not more than one-fourth of its population)
declared itself independent of the Spanish crown, but was shortly after
subjugated by Boyer, the President of the Haytien Republic. In 1842 a
revolution in Hayti caused Boyer to flee, and Riviere assumed the
presidency. Two years after, the Dominicans overpowered Riviere, and on
the 27th of February, 1844, reëstablished their government, or rather
the present government of Dominicana. The main features of their
constitution are, that each district or canton choose electors, who meet
in preliminary electoral convention, and elect for four years the
President and other administrative officers, and a certain number of
counsellors, who constitute a congress.

The President, Pedro Santana, is a mixed blood of Spanish and Indian
descent, and is emphatically regarded as a most estimable personage.
Baez, the former President, is said to be of mixed French and African
lineage; in short, there is no difference on account of color.

In 1849, Solouque, the President of Hayti, contrary to the wish of many
Haytiens, undertook to conquer the Dominicans, and bring them
unwillingly under his despotic sway. He entered the territory with five
thousand men, but was met at Las Carreas, and disastrously defeated by
General Santana, “with an army of but four hundred men under his
command.” This is the truth, or history is a lie.

For this brilliant achievement Santana received the title of “Libertador
de la Patria,” and seems to be admired, comparatively speaking, after
the manner of our “liberator” and Father of his country. (Bah!)

But a small portion of the Haytiens, as I have before observed,
sympathized with President Solouque in his abortive attempt to carry out
the “Democratic” policy of territorial expansion. And when General
Geffrard was proclaimed President, it is said the populace demanded
pledges that he would not pursue the policy of his predecessor in this
regard.

“It is not at all probable that any organized attempts of the Haytiens
to recover possession of the Dominican territory will ever again be
made; so that henceforth there will be no more annoyances of this sort.”
Such are the views and opinions of eminent men, who have given this
subject some attention;[C] but in the opinion of the writer, as is
generally known, the destiny of the island is union;--one in government,
wants, and interest, brought about by the introduction of the English
language, and by other peaceful and benignant means; such language,
wants, and interests to be introduced by the emigration hither of North
Americans,--some white, but principally . England, France, and
many other independent nations of the world, have acknowledged and
formed liberal treaties with the weak little Republic, but I hope you do
not suppose the government of the United States could be _guilty_ of
anything that looks like generosity.

God grant that I may never die in the United States of America!




LETTER III.

Dominican Republic.

CORPUS CHRISTI.


Betwixt midnight and daylight this morning I was lying sleeping and
dreaming under the halcyon influences of the lingering land breezes,
when suddenly a harmonious sound of partly brass and partly string
instrumental music rang upon the air. It appeared just as music always
does to any one in a semi-transparent slumber--not quite awake nor yet
asleep--when, as everybody knows, it is sweet as love. One boom from the
cannon, and I stood square on my feet; and, as it is not very remarkable
here to see persons dressed in white, the next moment I was out on the
verandah.

There went a jolly crowd, promiscuous enough, but apparently as
light-hearted and happy as mortals get to be, and which to a
slant-browed contriving Yankee is a poser. They had thus early begun to
celebrate what is called _Corpus Christi_, which, according to all fair
translation, I should think means Christ’s body. But any thing about it
after that I am entirely unable to say. It would seem to require a good
deal to understand all the Catholic ceremonies. Talk about their being
ignorant! I never expect to learn so much while I live.

All business houses were closed for the day, and Dominican, French,
American, and other colors were flying from their respective staffs.
Altars were erected in various streets, with numerous candles burning
within, and bedecked with parti- flags and flowers. They were
really prettily and tastefully arranged. In short, it was an American
4th of July, except this: to each of these altars marched the throng of
people headed by the priest. The priest said prayers in “Greek.” The
people _understood_, and all knelt down in the street, men, women, and
children, but of course principally women.


THE FARM OF THE FUGITIVE SLAVE.

A party of us went out to see Mr. Smith, a fugitive slave, whose energy
and well-directed enterprise had attracted some attention heretofore. He
is not so fine looking a man as I expected to see. He is under five and
a half feet in height, limps a little, and is altogether but little in
advance, to use a most contemptible Americanism, of his “kind of people”
in the States. He speaks no Spanish, and for that matter very little
English; but he has a will of his own, and a determination to do
something, which gives him an advantage over half a dozen persons who go
to school to lose their common sense.

Mr. Smith was a slave in South Carolina; was brought by sea to Key West,
and there hired out to work for a Republican government. He and some
other of his fellow-slaves, including his wife, took sail-boat, set
sail, and after suffering almost incredibly from sea-sickness and want
of food, finally reached New Providence, which he had previously learned
to be an English colony. He proceeded to declare his intention to become
a British subject, and went to work; but wages being low, he concluded
to remove to Dominicana and go to farming. He purchased a piece of land
near the town of Porto Plata, and with the assistance of his
“help-mate,” (which in this country means a wife,) soon cleared the land
of its tropical undergrowth, and planted it in corn and potatoes. In
breaking up the ground he used a plow, a startling innovation here, but
which produced most salutary results. A neighbor of his has since bought
one. So great was the yield of Mr. Smith and his wife’s crop that in
little more than a year’s time they have a house and forty acres of land
all paid for, and a new crop worth over five hundred dollars, which will
soon be ready for market.

This may not seem very remarkable to any one who has never seen a
sand-hill, nor yet been to Canada; but to me it is a miracle. My object
in mentioning this fact, however, is, to state that Mr. Smith also
planted a few seeds of Sea-Island cotton, the product of which has been
sent to New York and pronounced worth 14c. per pound. Now, there are
numbers of <DW52> men recently from the Southern States skilled in, and
some who have made small fortunes by, the cultivation of cotton, at
perhaps not more than eight or nine cents per pound, when, too, it had
to be replanted every year. It produces here without replanting almost
indefinitely, but it is safe to say seven years.

The query is this: give half a dozen such men as Smith a cotton-gin
($350), send them out here, and would they not accomplish more for the
elevation of the <DW52> race by the successful cultivation of cotton,
in eighteen months, than all the mere talkers in as many years?

The meanest thing I have been obliged to do, and the greatest sin I
have committed, has been the registering my name as an American citizen.
I presented myself to the United States consul (whose son and clerk, by
the way, is a mulatto). The nice correspondence of Mr. Marcy was
produced, not with any evil intent at all, but just to show what
indefinable definitions there are between  and black and white
and <DW64>s as American citizens. I should like to find out how a man
_knows_ he is an American citizen! There are members of Congress who can
no more tell this than they can tell who are their fathers.

As for Mr. Corwin’s talk about enforcing the laws, he may thank Heaven
if he is not yet arrested as a fugitive slave.

       *       *       *       *       *

Since the above was written, I understand the courts of Virginia have
decided that an Octoroon is not a <DW64>. Now, then, if an octoroon is
not a _negro_, is an octoroon a citizen? And if an octoroon is not a
<DW64>, is a quadroon a <DW64>?




LETTER IV.

Dominican Republic.

FIRST RIDE IN THE COUNTRY--PASTORISA PLACE.


“A Yankee is known by the shortness of his stirrups;” so they say here,
and I do not know that the criticism is at all too severe. Except Willis
and one or two others, who of the Americans know any thing about riding?
The Dominicans are good on horseback. In fact, it is their boast that
they can ride or march further in two days than Americans want to go in
a week. On the other hand, if “Los Yankees” had this country they would
soon fix it so that a man could go over it all before the Dominicans got
breakfast. Señor Pastorisa, (of the firm of Pastorisa, Collins & Co.,
formerly of St. Thomas,) who married a native, is mounted on a
cream- horse, (cost $300,) and wears behind him a sword in a
silver-gilt case. Every male person wears a sword of some kind, even
though it prove to be as useless as an old case-knife. It is an old,
superannuated, hundred-years-behind-the-age custom; yet in some
instances serves as their Court of Appeals. No one disturbs you, and you
are expected to be as well behaved; but if not, the difficulty is
generally settled at the sword’s point, and there it ends. How
magnanimous even is this rude mode of settling disputes when compared to
that of the one-sided, blaspheming, defrauding den of thieves called a
court of justice in the States! Coming from a land where men kill each
other without warning, instead of a sword which I would not know how to
use, I buy a pair of holsters for horseman’s pistols, throw them across
the saddle, and am ready.

Now there may be no pistols in these holsters, of course, but what is
the difference so long as they are supposed to be there? I take it as
one of the grand lessons which the world’s history teaches, that men are
far more afraid of supposed and imaginary dangers than of those they
know to be real. The number of backsliding sinners and snake-story
witnesses are innumerable.

We were now at the base of the St. Mark’s mountain, which rises just
back of the town of Porto Plata. The so-called road was no road at all.
There were little narrow trenches running between the rocks, fit for
pack-mules, but scarcely wide enough to allow one’s feet to pass. Up
the mountain we came _poco á poco_. While passing these rocks the sun
poured down with an intensity not previously experienced. But I had
never been an alderman, and was not fat enough to melt; indeed, it might
as well have shone on a pine knot. Ere long the sun hid behind a cloud,
the thunder muttered a little, but pretty soon, as if by way of
repentance, there came a restorative shower of tears. (Thank Heaven! the
_nigger_ question vanquished the sun.) Nothing is so calculated to make
a man vain as a mountain shower. You enjoy its ineffable sensations
yourself, while below you behold the poor valley fellows sweating in the
sun. Or it may be they are drowning wet below, and you basking in the
clear sunshine above. Either way, you are bound to rejoice and to look
with contempt on the silly ones who make themselves miserable by
regretting and whining over things that are in themselves unalterable,
and need no change. The wise repine not.

Over the mountain and beside a stream, with limes scattered plentifully
around, we stop a moment for refreshment. Lemonade is cheap, one would
think; the limes are as free as the water. Had nature furnished the
sweetening as well, we should have had a river of lemonade.

Here country settlements begin again, called _estancias_, which, if you
will get a blackboard and a piece of chalk, I will explain. Mark off,
say four acres of land, clear it up--let the fruit-trees stand, of
course--enclose it, but plant nothing therein. In the centre of this
piece erect a shanty. This much is called a _conuco_. Now go through the
woods, say a mile and a half, clear up four acres more and plant
tobacco. The next year or two this will be gone to weeds; you then (not
knowing the use of a plow) go another half mile, clear up another piece
and plant a new crop. The old place has gone to wreck, the new place is
in its vigor; but neither is in sight of the house. This together is
called an _estancia_, and I should have said before meant a farm, but it
does not mean a farm in English by a good deal.

At this point we leave the “road,” and, under full gallop half the
while, take through the wood, guided by a dim path which winds over the
hills and down the dales with as careless an indiscrimination as ever
road was trodden by a prairie herd. L’Ouverture’s feats or Putnam’s
celebrated escape would do to read about, but this was reducing the
thing to practice.

Five miles’ gallop over a level plain--thirty miles in all--and we have
reached Pastorisa Place: it is a perfect Arcadia.

During leisure moments I shall probably look back to this day’s ride and
to these enchanting scenes as one of the “gilt letter” chapters of my
life; but at present, after a bath, the rapidity with which fried
plantains, pine-apple syrup, and scorched sweet milk will disappear,
would do a dyspeptic Northerner good to see!

The property comes by Señora Pastorisa. She is, perhaps,
five-and-twenty. Her eyes are as bright and dark as even Lord Byron
could have wished them to be. Her complexion is that of a clear ripe
orange. The place is extensive, containing say nineteen thousand acres,
in a valley five miles wide, fenced in on either side by a spear of
mountains, with a limpid stream running through the centre.
Mocking-birds enliven every thing; parrots and paroquettes go around in
droves, screaming and squawking like a very nuisance. Back of the house
is a grove appropriated to honey-bees. They swarm on every log. (There
were certainly over one hundred swarms.) Honey is considered of but
little value anywhere in the mountains, and is often wasted in the
streams, the wax only being preserved. This comes of having pack-mules
and goat-paths instead of wagons and wagon-roads.

Señor Pastorisa had informed me before of his desire to quit the town
and improve his farm. All he needed was men who understood farming on
the American plan. He has a plow, and intends harnessing an ox to-morrow
to try the experiment of plowing. Now, it is clear that to plow the
ground very successfully he will need at least a yoke of oxen--which he
has, all but the yoke. This I would undertake to make, though I never
did such a thing in my life, and always had a horror of an ox-yoke,
anyway; but lo! there are no tools. So Señor Pastorisa needs hands, but
with a very little _a priori_ reasoning it will be seen there are other
things needed quite as much. One is a road. There is a natural outlet to
the valley--there must be. The stream before the door makes towards the
Isabella river. The Isabella empties into the sea, of course.

I forgot to say Señora Pastorisa is “a little tinged”--the handsomest
woman in the world.




LETTER V.

Dominican Republic.

VALLEY OF THE ISABELLA--CUSTOMS OF THE NATIVES--CHAPTER ON SNAKES--A
CALL FOR DINNER.

    “Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle
     Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime;
     Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle,
     Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime;
     Where the flowers ever blossom, the beams ever shine,
     And all save the spirit of man is divine?”--BYRON.


There had been one or two invigorating showers previous to our ride down
the valley of the Isabella, and so there remained a great deal of
slippery clay along the narrow pathways, which paths lay usually on the
very verge of some mountain <DW72>, embankment, or more exciting
precipice. To have come off with only one or two bones broken, I should
have been perfectly satisfied.

We forded the river with impunity, crossed and recrossed it again, and
finally came to as level a bottom plain as wheel ever rolled on. The
valley of the Isabella is as handsome as a park.

The river itself is not so large as Longfellow’s “Beautiful River,” but
it is much more deserving the name. Apropos, every old homestead has its
particular title, such as the “Mocking-Bird,” “Humming-Bird,”
“Crebahunda,” and a variety of others for which there is no adequate
translation. The legends attending them are frequently the most
exquisite.

Considering, therefore, the remarkable history, exquisite legends, and
extraordinary traditions of the country, I am bound to say, should there
be sufficient emigration in this direction to produce a poet of the
Hiawatha school, I should be sorry for the laurels of Mr. Longfellow.
There are one or two parts of “Hiawatha,” however, for which I hope to
retain a relish.

The houses and cultivation along our way are in keeping with the
_estancias_ before described. The men are comparatively neat in
appearance, find them where you will. The women are frequently
good-looking, but seldom spirited. The prevailing question seems to be,
How low in the neck can their dresses be worn? and the answer is, Very
low indeed! White Swiss is worn as dress, and when seen on a handsome
woman is like Balm of Gilead to the wounded eye. The wife does not
usually eat at the table with her husband. She sees that his baths are
ready, and at times even that his horse is fed, and at meal-times either
takes her plate on her lap or awaits the second table. This is not from
want of respect on the part of either; it is their stupid custom. Should
“los Americanos” ever run a stage-coach up this valley, and two or three
of these fellows have to climb on top for the sake of giving one lady an
inside seat, they will comprehend somewhat better for whose convenience
the world was made.

_June 14th._--Señor Pastorisa fell ill to-day, and is now lying in a
hammock. This gives me an opportunity to extol the hammock, which is too
excellent a thing to pass unnoticed. It consists mainly of a net-work of
grass, netted something like a seine, twice the length of a person or
more, and fastened at the ends with cords sufficiently strong to hold
the weight of any one. These cords are tied to the limb of a tree or the
rafters of a house, and there you swing as happy as any baby ever rocked
in a tree-top. It is sufficiently light to be carried in saddle-bag, and
is altogether indispensable.

The señor’s fever is also my excuse for pencilling down notes more
minutely than I otherwise should. I can, of course, give you a
description of but few things singly. The palm-tree ought to be one.
This remarkable tree grows without a limb, smooth and regular as a
barber-pole, from forty to sixty feet high. At this point it turns
suddenly green, and puts out two or three shoots. Around these grow its
berries, which are used for fattening pork. Each of these shoots
furnishes monthly a rare peel or skin, which is used for covering
houses, for packing tobacco, and for making bath-tubs, trays, and other
articles of household furniture. The body of the tree is used for
weather-boarding. It rives like a lath, the inside being pithy, somewhat
like an elder. Its leaves are twelve feet long, and bend over as
gracefully as an arch. In the centre of the top springs out a single
blade, like the staff of a parasol. This was made (one would think) for
mocking-birds to dance on. The most useful tree in the world, its
usefulness is excelled by its own beauty.

The valley of the Isabella is a grove of palms.

       *       *       *       *       *

One cannot but remark how preposterous are the snake stories which the
vulgar relate respecting the West Indies and tropics generally. The
world does not contain another thing so brazenly destitute of the least
common sense. In all this rambling through the woods, over the hills,
and along the streams, the most harmful thing I have seen is a
honey-bee--not even a dead garter-snake!

While on board a vessel off the coast one day, a sailor threw overboard
a hook and line, and in the course of time caught a young shark. It was
as wicked a little thing as I ever saw, and strong as a new-born giant.
The sailor struck it over the head with a stick, when it snapped the
hook and flounced around the vessel. In short, he killed it, and
proceeded to dress it for breakfast.

“Going to eat a shark?” I inquired.

“Why not?”

“Good heavens! I thought they were the worst things in the world.”

“You eat duck,” said he; “what’s nastier than a duck? Shark’s
clean--swims in a clean sea.”

I afterwards tasted a piece: it was coarse, and the idea that its mother
might some day eat me, made the thing disgusting; but it learned me a
lesson I shall not very soon forget. An Irishman is afraid to go to
America on account of its frogs; a Frenchman makes a dish of them. One
man eats rats, and another cats.

Now, to suppose there were no reptiles whatever in the country, or none
peculiar to its bays and inlets, would be simply absurd; and when we
get to the coast, I should be sorry to miss seeing some lazy old
crocodile sunning in the sand. Should it have seven heads, however, I
shall very likely catch it, and send it straight to Barnum; but if not,
why, as Banks would the Union, let the snaky thing slide.

Your “Allergater in de brake” song may do for the Southern States, with
their rhythmetical-and-stolen-from-the-African-coast slaves; but to
apply it to this country would disgrace the most idiotic “What-is-it”
ever imported. Of naturally wild quadruped animals there is not so much
as a squirrel. Birds are without number.

       *       *       *       *       *

Stanley is himself again! One and a half hours’ ride, two fords of the
river, (rising,) and we are at the mouth of the famous Isabella. The
river is here, but the town of Isabella has passed away forever. The
delta is covered with mahogany timbers; two schooners stand out in the
distance awaiting to transport them to Europe; and with these
exceptions--and with these alone, unless it be the absence of the
Indians--were Columbus to arrive here again to-day, he would not find a
particle more of improvement than was found here over three centuries
and a half ago. A boat load of oarsmen coming down the river, the
captain leading in a song, and all hands joining in the chorus; a splash
is heard on the other side of the water, as if broken by a fish or
clumsy sea-turtle; but except these sounds a death-like stillness
pervades the entire valley.

To get a better view, you must cross the promontory (the northernmost
point of the island) to where Columbus first landed. From thence you see
the Haytien frontier stretching away in the dim blue distance, and the
scene is enchantment.

Over the rocks we go, led on by a Spaniard on a little bay mule, that
climbs over the cliffs with an agility creditable even for a mountain
goat. The señor’s horse falters. One misstep, and they both go to
eternity!

We are on the beach. My zeal to commemorate the landing of Columbus by
gathering a few tiny tinted shells reconciles the señor to sit in the
sun and hold my horse for a minute; but I have no doubt he had rather
see me as expert at gathering peas or picking up potatoes. “Ah! H.,”
says he, “leave off writing books and gathering shells; get married, and
come to farming.” So I will--all but the married.

But you will want to know what, after all, is the matter with the port.
It is shallow. Vessels of a hundred tons burthen cannot get within as
many rods of a harbor. In fact, the only question is, why a man of
Columbus’ sense ever stopped there at all. It is not worth the pen and
ink it would take to describe it.


CALLED AT THE FIRST HOUSE FOR DINNER.

“Come, let the fatted calf be slain,” was complied with to the very
letter, except that in this instance it happened to be a _goat_.
Nevertheless, it was worth the return of any prodigal son.

The largest “señorita” had a dress to make up. It was a piece of light
blue delaine, and to her, no doubt, was “superb.” She left off assisting
the old patriarch in dressing the goat, walked to the pitcher, took the
cocoanut dipper, and filled her mouth with water until her cheeks
swelled out like a porpoise’s. She then deliberately spirted it into her
hands; and this was her mode of washing! She then spreads out her
dry-goods, admires them a while, folds them up again, and lays them
aside.

The four, and even six year old, running about the place, were as
innocent of even a shirt as any son of Adam at his coming into the
world.

We look out into the open, slab-sided kitchen, and see old and young
sitting around on the dirt floor, enjoying a meal of fresh goat, winter
squash, and plantain stewed together.

Our dinner is over; we bid these folks good-bye, and pronounce them the
happiest set of miserably contented mortals the sun ever shone upon. Man
needs excitement; he prays for ease.

We return to Pastorisa Place to spend the Sabbath. Two or three days of
rest, and we start fresh again for Porto Cabello.

So ends the week--one at least in my life for which it was worth the
trouble to have lived.




LETTER VI.

Dominican Republic.

ON THE WAY TO PORTO CABELLO--ANTILLE-AMERICANA--EMIGRATION ORDINANCE.

    “Here in my arms as happy you shall be,
     As halcyon brooding on a winter sea.”
           --DRYDEN.


When the saffron sunlight lingers on the fleecy edges of these mountain
clouds, there is a singular solemnity and peculiar fascination about
them which can not be likened to any thing earthly. More than any thing
else, the resemblance is that of a dark mourning-gown, lined with white
satin and trimmed with silver tassels.

This reminds me that the sign of mourning here is somewhat novel. It is
that of a spotless white kerchief worn on the head--a thing rarely seen,
however, for the reason that people in this district rarely die except
from sheer old age. There is near us an old man (black) whose entire
grey hair and bodily appearance indicate his being at least eighty. His
father died only a year ago, and for some time before the aged sire’s
death it is said that fires had to be kindled for him to sleep by, in
order to generate sufficient heat to keep his thin, chilly blood in
circulation. His age was beyond his own knowledge.

But the great object of life here seems to be that of eating. The first
thing in the morning after leaving your hammock, you are furnished with
a dish of aromatic coffee, strong and excellent as a beverage, and as
little like the ordinary stuff you get at hotels as pure rich cream is
like chalk and water. Bah! think of your dish-water slops, made of
parched peas, and supposed to be West India coffee! Oh! nation of
Barnums and egregious dupes!

Where circumstances allow it, not an hour in the day passes without
something being brought in to be eaten. “This is an alligator pear--must
be eaten with salt and pepper.” Now it is honey, pine-apple, mango,
orange, banana, and even a joint of sugar-cane--anything to be eating.
You are then expected to eat as hearty a dinner as ought to satisfy a
man for a week. Ride a mile and a half and you are asked if you are not
hungry. You reply, “No, indeed.” Cross the next stream, and “Are you not
thirsty?” is asked. Say “No, indeed” again if you like, and you will be
very lucky not to hear your admirable self inelegantly compared to some
kind of a goat.

The climate of these mountains seems to be that of perpetual spring, 88°
Fahrenheit being the warmest day we have had so far. I understand,
however, that in September the heat is much more oppressive because
there are more calms, but never so intolerable as in the changeable
latitudes. Sunstroke! You might venture the reputation of half a dozen
“speakers” (a trade which is had in the States for the picking of it up)
that such a thing as sunstroke would not be felt here until the world
has wheeled as many years backward as it has forward.

       *       *       *       *       *

We are trotting along on the way to Porto Cabello. I have given you a
description of these valleys before, but passing a grove of
_rose-apples_ just now, (a fruit highly prized in the West Indies simply
for its flavor, the tree being much like that of a lime, and the fruit
hollow, something like a May-apple, lustrous as an orange, and flavored
precisely as a rose is perfumed,) I could but reflect that if another
Eve were to be placed in an earthly garden I should pray that it might
be somewhere among the hills of New England, for, doubtless, then she
would meet temptation with a masterly resistance; but if placed in such
a garden as might be made in this country,--with all the sins of the
world before her I fear she would be tempted over again a thousand
times.

Stop a moment on an elevated point of a homestead called “Crebehunda;”
behold the grand valleys stretching away between the mountain chains
until lost in the green-blue sea which the glass shows in the distance.
Dodging under branches, going sometimes head-first through the eternal
verdure which, if possible, grows even more luxuriant, in this way we
ultimately reach Porto Cabello, a place which proves to be, as
previously understood, the grandest point for a port of entry on the
whole northern coast of the island.

These old Spaniards are all the time saying to me,

“My son, you never look pert.”

“Perfectly happy, uncle,” I reply.

“Look long time away--studying.”

“Nothing, uncle--only an American.”

“Only an American? Well, what do they different from other people?”

“Lay out towns one day, and build them the next; own lands, and improve
them.”

Now, this is genuine American talk; whether it will be American practice
remains to be seen.

Porto Cabello is now used to some extent as a point of export; but the
only reason why it is not used more extensively is, that between this
and the valley there is a hill to be crossed, which could be made
respectable as a highway by six sturdy hands in as many days. The
country is ripening for immigration. Mr. James Redpath, a talented
English-American, and a most acute observer, recently traversed a
portion of the Haytien territory, and came to the conclusion that the
entire island was capable of sustaining 20,000,000 people. There is not
upon it probably one million, and of these the greater portion are in
Hayti. The Dominican territory, by far the most extensive and desirable,
does not contain much over one-fourth of a million, all told.

I say the country is ripening for immigration. The Pike’s Peak fever
will ere long be exhausted. Then there is, probably, no more promising
field for enterprise than this in the entire new world. Most any point
could be made to flourish by the opening of good roads. With Porto
Cabello this is peculiarly so. Santiago is the principal interior town.
It is the proper place for, and was the former capital. It is situated
on the river Yaque, which courses La Vega Real, (the Royal Plains,) and
contains about 12,000 inhabitants. The trade of Porto Plata is kept
alive mainly from this source; but the mountainous road between them,
over which nothing can be transported except by piecemeal on horseback,
has been well-nigh the ruin of them both. Porto Cabello is sixteen miles
west of Porto Plata. It shuns the St. Mark’s mountain, and it is fair to
suppose that, could communication once be established between this and
Santiago, and were there the least facilities here for shipping produce,
the trade of the interior would inevitably flow in this direction. As to
the shipping interest, it was that which first turned our attention
hither; for Porto Plata being an unsafe harbor for the winter, vessels
had been known to make this port for safety. There are nine feet of
water on the shallowest bar, and this once over there are two quiet
bays, in either of which a merchantman could ride without an anchor.

There will be an American settlement up this valley,--the nucleus where
I now stand, and this their port of entry. Such a settlement would meet
the encouragement of Señor Pastorisa, and, as I have reason to believe,
of the natives generally. They have no labor-saving machines, which is,
beyond all question, what the country most needs. Think of a community
like this getting on without a plow, a cotton-gin, a saw-mill, or
anything of the kind. It is, verily, astounding. There is, of
course--and it is certainly natural enough--a lingering prejudice
against white Americans. This may or may not be overcome; but the
natural question is, Are <DW52> men in America competent to infuse the
spirit of enterprise which the country demands? _Let the common-sense
working-men answer._ My experience with your “leading”
would-be-white-imitating upstarts is conclusive.

The route--and a cheap one--is from New York to Porto Plata.
Agricultural implements are admitted duty free. I send herewith an
important communication, showing the disposition of the government
towards immigration. It is easy to see that (if carried into effect) it
will mark a new epoch in the country’s history.

But before this question is taken into the debating rooms--that is, the
pulpits--for discussion, it ought to be understood. If people read
Homer’s poetic descriptions of imaginary scenery, and come here
expecting to find them realized, they will be fully as much disappointed
as they deserve. There are times when the clouds rise slowly over the
mountain height, with a blazing sun at their backs, when the skies glow
with a splendor transcending all conception; yet it is not at all likely
they will see these mountains “go bobbing ’round,” or “nodding,” to
suit the convenience of anybody. Must mountains necessarily rest their
exalted heads against the bosom of the sky, as if holding constant
_tête-à-tête_ communion with the stars? If so, there are no mountains
here--nothing but potatoe-ridges. Nor will they be blindly dazzled by
the excessive resplendence of the sun or moon; nor will the moon make
silver out of anything upon which it may happen to shine. Moonshine is
moonshine, I suppose, the world over. American poets, however, may be
read with impunity.

    “This is the land where the citron scents the gale;
     Where dwells the orange in the golden vale;
     Where softer zephyrs fan the azure skies;
     Where myrtles grow, and prouder laurels rise.”


IMMIGRATION ORDINANCE.

The following is a translated copy of an important official paper
published in San Domingo city, June 9th, and proclaimed in Porto Plata,
June 28, 1860:

“Antonio Abad Alfare, General of Division, Vice President of the
Republic, and entrusted with the executive power, looking at the
necessity which exists for facilitating the execution of the laws
concerning immigration, defining the manner of making effective the
measures which the government may take for their observance, the council
of Ministers having heard, has come to issue the following ordinance:

“ART. 1. That there be constituted a Board of Immigration in each
capital of a province, and in the qualified ports of Samana and Puerto
Plata. These shall be composed of four members named by His Excellency,
among those most friendly to the progress of the country, of the
Governor of the provincial capital, or the Commandant-at-Arms in the
communes, who shall be the president of them. Their secretaries shall
also be of said commission.

“ART. 2. These Boards shall meet at the seat of government in the
provincial capital, and in the communes of Puerto Plata and Samana, at
the Commandant-at-Arms. For their internal ordering and the more ready
fulfilment of that which is assigned them, they shall regulate that
which they have to do according to utility, first submitting it for
approval to the Minister of the Interior.

“ART. 3. The functions of the Board are: First, to learn the easiest and
cheapest way of bringing immigrants to the country, always communicating
everything to the President through the Minister of the Interior.
Second, to employ all means leading to the result that there shall only
come as immigrants the agricultural class, or those following some
craft, profession, or useful form of labor; to get information of lands
belonging to the nation most suitable for health and fertility; to have
them prepared to furnish to farmers who may not have been able to agree
with private individuals under the terms of their contracts; to assign
them lodgings and sustenance after their arrival, during a period to be
agreed on, and to look after them with all the attention and care which
it shall be possible to display; to supply them with tools and other
articles of use which it may be decided to furnish to them, and with the
first stock of seed-corn for their sowing, taking care that everything
be of the best quality; to take care that those who agree with private
persons shall be under a contract which insures the fulfilment of that
which has been agreed with them; to attend to all things which can give
credit to this department as well within as without the Republic.

“ART. 4. The Board shall appoint agents for the furnishing of victuals
to those who shall be needy, taking care that in every thing there be
exactness, order, and good faith.

“ART. 5. All accounts of expenses which may actually be incurred must
be examined and approved by the Board, and submitted to the inspection
of the Minister of the Interior.

“ART. 6. The office of member of the Board is honorary, and without pay,
and they shall perform their functions two years. Those who perform with
zeal and patriotism their trust, will be entitled to the esteem and
consideration of their fellow-citizens.

“ART. 7. The present ordinance will be promptly executed by the
Ministers of the Interior, Police, and Agriculture.

“Given at St. Domingo City, the capital of the Republic, the 4th day of
June, 1860, and the 17th year of independence.

“A. ALFAU.

“Countersigned, the Minister Secretary of State, in the departments of
justice and education, charged with those of the interior, police, and
agriculture.

“JACINTO DE CASTRO.”




LETTER VII.

Dominican Republic.

PROPOSED AMERICAN SETTLEMENT--PICTURE OF LIFE--TOMB OF THE WESLEYAN
MISSIONARY.

    “Thy promises are like Adonis’ garden--
    That one day bloomed, and fruitful were the next.”
           --KING HENRY VI.


I have scarcely time to inform you of an American settlement really
begun. It is near the sea, not far from Porto Plata, on a large
_commonality_ or tract of land embracing about twelve square miles, (not
twelve miles square,) having a water power running full length. The land
being in common is considered of the first importance, for by this means
a small outlay of capital--say one hundred dollars--secures to the
settler the grazing advantage of the whole tract, where not otherwise in
use. This idea was suggested by an eminent gentleman of St. Louis, and
has been the custom of early settlements in Spanish colonies for
centuries past. It will of course be subdivided whenever desired, each
man taking the part he had originally improved. The principal settlers
are from Massachusetts, one of whom, a Mr. Treadwell, (,) designs
establishing a manual-labor school. Another, a Mr. Locke, (white,) who
came out for his health, has actually secured a mill site, erected a
small shanty, and cleared from twelve to twenty acres of land, as
preparatory steps towards building a saw-mill. How happy will be the
effect of such enterprise on a non-progressive people you have probably
anticipated from what I have previously observed.

The manual-labor school is, without question, the only mode of infusing
a tone of morality in the country, or giving a foothold to the
Protestant religion. This has been tried. About twenty years ago a
society of Wesleyan Methodists established a mission in the town of
Porto Plata. The church still lives, and is, by foreigners,
comparatively well attended; but they have not converted a single
Catholic by preaching from that day to this. The reason is, the
Catholics will not go to hear them. Yet, for the benefits of an
education, about one hundred and fifty children were sent regularly to
school, and there, by the “infidel” teachings of the Wesleyans, they
soon learned to distrust the ceremonies of their mother church.
Unfortunately, about two years since this school was discontinued, and,
having succeeded in weaning the people from positive Catholicism without
yet embracing the Protestant religion, it seems to have left them with a
general belief in every thing, which is, as I take it, the nearest point
to a belief in nothing.

The country around Porto Plata is owned almost entirely by the Catholic
church, being leased, through the government, at reasonable rates to
such persons as desire to settle thereupon; but by establishing a school
at a distance of seven miles, as above indicated, it would be entirely
free from all such influences. An English missionary is soon to come
over from one of the neighboring islands to give the location his
personal inspection.

The sea view is divine. Along the shallow edges the rippling waves
appear brightly green--greener than the trees--while beyond this, where
the water deepens, the hue is a pearly purple--purer purple than a
grape. In fact, the earth does not contain a comparison for the tranquil
beauty of this transparent sea. Some hours ago I thought to sketch it
for you, lest it should prove, like so many other things, too fine to
last; but so it continued hour after hour, and until the sun nestled in
its very heart.

So much for the future settlement. It may be called “Excelsior,” but at
present I will call it “Crebahunda.”

       *       *       *       *       *

This cool morning air nearly chills me. You take a bath and retire to
bed at night with only a thin linen sheet spread over you. In the
morning you are chilled, and resolve to sleep hereafter under more
covering; but, of course, when night comes again you do not need any
more.

Not a morning, my dear H., do I look upon these fields of living green
but that I think of you and your daily routine of office duties. I take
a seat beneath one of these forbidden-fruit trees while the land breeze
is freighting the valley with perfume, the sun just peeping over the
hills, and the white mists, beautiful as a bridal veil, slowly rising up
the mountain green; now listening to the voice of a favorite mock-bird,
and then to the softer cooings of a mourning-dove. A strange-looking
little hummy perches on the first dead limb before me. Parrots squawk,
and a dozen blackbirds chime one chorus, while other varieties chirp and
trill. The whole scene is Elysian. Then along comes a sparrow-hawk, and
choo-ee! choo-ee! choo-ee! off they all go, helter-skelter.

Of whom is this a picture? You are toiling away, arranging rude
manuscripts, at times almost discouraged, but still toiling on in your
close, hot rooms--and this for the good of your race. Well, Heaven grant
they may thank you for it, and save you from crying at last, “Choo-ee!
choo-ee!” But, ah!--even worse than that--I am afraid the sparrow-hawks
will catch you! With me, the end of every thing is that of the birds--a
melancholy aggravation. I have been entranced by these morning scenes
but a passing short while, and will soon be compelled to leave them and
take a lonely ride to the coast, thence to depart for a season. I
therefore stuff my saddle-bags with oranges and cinnamon-apples, as I
think this is wiser than weeping.

       *       *       *       *       *

An absence of precisely four weeks, and we are once again in sight of
Porto Plata. “The moon is up, and yet it is not night.” Some kind of a
holiday being at hand, men, women, and children are riding to and fro up
and down the streets on donkeys, mules, and ponies of every description.
The scene is truly picturesque. I could but remark to my friend the
Protestant exhorter, the grandeur of the evening, to which he replied,
“A man that could find fault with this climate would find fault with
Paradise.” I do not believe him, however, for whether the day and night
trips along the coast have been too much for me or not, I have certainly
got the chill-fever.

       *       *       *       *       *

This morning, July 7th, I visited the tomb of the Wesleyan missionary to
whose labors here I have before referred. The following inscription will
furnish the data to such of your readers as are interested in the
history of such missions:

                               IN MEMORY
                                OF THE
                            REV. WM. TOWER,
         WHO WAS BORN AT HORNCASTLE, LINCOLNSHIRE, ENGLAND, ON
               THE 12TH FEBRUARY, 1811, AND ENTERED UPON
                  THE MISSIONARY WORK OF EVANGELIZING
                            THIS ISLAND IN
                                 1838.

         HE LABORED ON THIS STATION FOURTEEN YEARS AND A HALF.
                HE WAS BELOVED BY ALL WHO KNEW HIM; AND
                      DIED ON THE 25TH OF AUGUST,
                                 1853,
                        UNIVERSALLY REGRETTED.




LETTER VIII.

Dominican Republic.

SUMMARY OF STAPLES, EXPORTS, AND PRODUCTS.


“I came across a copy of Rousseau this morning,” said an American
scholar, whom we had met before; and he added, “I should not have been
more surprised had I seen it drop out of the clear sky.”

There are but very few books in Dominicana of any kind, and no reliable
statistics. The government on the south side of the island appoints
custom-house officers on the north side, allowing them little or nothing
for their services. The consequence is, these officers pay themselves
out of the import duties, and hence few returns are accurately made.

In the essay on the “Gold Fields of St. Domingo,”[D] to which I have
previously referred, I find the following summary of staples, exports,
and products, which, while it is but little more than the reader will
have already gathered, may serve at least to confirm what has been said:

“The chief products of the Dominican part of the island are now
mahogany, tobacco, indigo, sugar, hides, bees-wax, cocoa-nuts, oranges,
lemons, some coffee and some fustic, satin and many other kinds of wood;
but the trade in those articles now is not very considerable. There is a
vast quantity of _mahogany_ in the territory, standing in groves on the
mountains and the plains, and scattered over the valleys and along the
rivers and streams. The best mahogany in the West Indies grows on this
island. Some of these groves and trees are truly magnificent, growing
straight and to a great height. The best is now found inland, as it has
been nearly all already stripped off the coasts and cut away from near
the mouths of the principal rivers and around the bays, where it was
more accessible and of easier and cheaper carriage to market. It has
been extensively used for building purposes by the inhabitants of the
cities, more especially by those of the interior, the lumber now used in
the coast cities being carried thither from the States, and exchanged
for mahogany and other products. It is only of late years that the best
mahogany cuts have begun to come to market, as heretofore they were
carried to Europe, where they brought a better price.

“_Tobacco_ is now one of the principal exports. But little of it,
however, finds its way to this market. There is a large quantity of it
raised by the residents on the Spanish part of the island, particularly
about Santiago, on the Royal Plains, and in the neighborhood of
Maccrere. It is brought down in bales or ceroons on mules to Port
Platte, and shipped on board Dutch bottoms to Holland and the Germanic
states. There is also some cultivated about St. Domingo City and around
the Bay of Samana. But the cultivation and traffic in this commodity
compared with what it might be, were those fertile plains and rich
savannahs settled by an industrious and enterprising people, is scarcely
as a drop to the bucket. There are regions in the territory where
tobacco can be grown equal to the best Havana brands, and, on account of
the fecundity of the soil, with even much less labor.

“There are still some good _sugar_ plantations in the Dominican
territory, chiefly about St. Domingo City and to the west as far as
Azua, but they are ‘few and far between.’ The best sugar is now produced
in the region about Azua and Manuel, and is of a very superior quality.
The country people cultivate and manufacture, each on his own account,
and, in his small way, pack it in ceroons and carry it down to the coast
on mules. Indeed, the term ‘cultivate’ is not appropriately used in this
connection, as the cane grows up wild and spontaneously from season to
season, and from year to year in many places, and the inhabitants have
nothing whatever to do but cut and grind it in wooden mills and boil day
after day. The writer is not informed that they use the sugar-mills in
use in other sugar-growing countries in their operations. It is easy to
conceive what a source of incalculable wealth the culture of this staple
there would become, if in the hands of a skilful and enterprising
population.

“The trade in _hides_, compared with other products, is quite important,
which arises from the fact that a majority of the population pursue
grazing for a livelihood, and the rapidity with which stock increases
and the little care required in preserving it. Owing to the heat and
abundant oxygen which the atmosphere contains, the flesh of the beef,
unless properly salted and cured, keeps but a day or two, so that the
inhabitants are obliged to kill almost every other day. This now keeps
up and supplies the traffic. Perhaps three-fifths of the population of
the interior country and towns are now engaged in grazing.

“Compared also with other staples, the trade in _bees-wax_ is
considerable. The island producing the greatest quantity and variety of
flowering plants, shrubs, and trees, bees exist there in incalculable
and immense swarms. The prairies of the West in June furnish no parallel
to the flowers that perpetually unfold on these mountains, plains, and
valleys. The writer has been informed by a gentleman who recently
visited Dominica [Dominicana], that so strong and rank was the odor from
the flowers in passing over the Royal Plains, that it so jaded his
olfactories as to cause his head to ache, and almost made him sick. The
swarms build in the rocks, in the trees and logs, under the branches,
and even on the ground. Those who pursue this branch of business collect
the deposits in tubs, wash out the honey in the brooks by squeezing the
combs, and afterwards melt the wax into cakes, or run it into vessels
preparatory to carrying it to market. Those engaged in this vocation are
chiefly women. The trade in this article, however, bears no proportion
to its production and abundance. They have recently begun to save some
of the honey, and a small quantity of it has found its way to this
market. The reason why it has not been hitherto saved is owing to the
great cost of vessels to collect it in, as wooden-ware of all kinds has
to be taken there from the States.

“There are some exports of _cocoa-nuts_, _oranges_, _lemons_, _limes_,
and other fruit, all of which are both cultivated and grow wild in vast
abundance on the island, and are not excelled by any in the Antilles, or
on the Spanish main. The labor necessary to collect them, prepare them
for shipment, and carry them to the ports is not there. From this cause,
indeed, the whole Spanish end of the island languishes in sloth, and its
transcendent wealth goes year after year incontinently to waste.

“There is some _coffee_, which grows wild in abundance through the
island and on the mountains, and is collected and shipped. After the
abandonment of the coffee plantations, the trees continued to grow thick
on them, and finally spread into the woods and on to the mountains,
where they now grow wild in great quantities. Lacking the proper
culture, its quality is not the best, but the climate and soil is
capable of producing it unexcelled by any in Porto Rico or any of the
West Indies or Brazil. The writer is informed, however, that there are a
few coffee plantations under culture about St. Domingo City. The labor
of cultivating coffee and sugar in Dominica [Dominicana], with all the
modern appliances of civilization, would be absolutely insignificant
compared with the rich returns it would bring the planter.

“In addition to the staples and exports above-mentioned, the island
produces a vast number of other valuable commodities, among which we may
make notable mention of its lumber and different varieties of valuable
wood other than mahogany. The pitch or yellow pine grows in vast
abundance at the head of the streams and on the mountains, dark and
apparently impenetrable forests of which cover their sides and tops.
This lumber, with very little expenditure of labor and capital, could be
brought down the streams during their rises almost any month in the
year, to the principal cities. When the reader is made acquainted with
the stubborn fact that all the lumber used on the north side of the
island, except the little mahogany that is sawed there and at and about
St. Domingo City, is carried there at great cost from the States, and
sold at a price fabulous to our lumber-dealers here, he will measurably
comprehend the undeveloped resources of Dominica [Dominicana] in that
interest alone. Pine lumber sells at Port Platte for $60 per thousand
feet. It has then to be carried back to Santiago, Moco, and La Vega on
mules, where it sells for $100 per thousand, while those mountains and
the banks of their streams stand thickly clothed with it, in its
majestic and sublime abundance! There is but one saw-mill on the Spanish
end of the island near St. Domingo City, and that not now in operation.
They saw by hand a little mahogany at a cost of 80 cents a cut, ten feet
long; and when an individual wishes to build a house at Santiago, Moco,
La Vega, Cotuy, or any of the interior towns, he has to begin to collect
his lumber a year beforehand!... In consequence of this scarcity and
cost of lumber, those of smaller means build their floors of brick and
flags, and roof their houses with the same material or with the leaf of
the palm-tree. Besides the pine, there is the oak, the fustic and satin
woods, compache, and an indefinite variety of others. Some of the
hardest and most durable vegetable fibre in the world is to be found on
the island.”

It may appear somewhat strange to the reader that mahogany should be
used for building purposes, but so it is. The art of veneering is but
little known, house furniture consisting generally of solid mahogany.




LETTER IX.

Republic of Hayti.

HISTORICAL SKETCH--GENERAL DESCRIPTION PREVIOUS TO 1790.

    “Think not that prodigies must rule a state--
     That great revulsions spring from something great.”


I have given you Dominicana as a garden of poetry and the home of
legendary song. Well, Hayti is a land of historical facts, and the field
of unparalleled glory. Consulting one day with Mr. Redpath, the talented
author of the series of letters to which I have previously referred, he
suggested the impossibility of any one forming even a comparatively
correct opinion respecting affairs in Hayti, without being guided by a
sketch of the country’s previous history. Confessedly, therefore, much
as his letters were appreciated by the readers of the _Tribune_ he had
not done the Haytiens simple justice. Since nothing could be so highly
interesting, be it mine and the _Anglo-African’s_ to undertake what the
_Tribune_ and its correspondent failed to supply. The following
compilation will be taken from Rainsford’s, St. Domingo, and Edwards’
and Coke’s histories of the West Indies, but principally, and when not
otherwise marked, from Coke.

There is nothing low or cowardly in the history of Hayti.
Notwithstanding their conquests on the main land, the Spaniards were
wont to regard it as the parent colony and capital of their American
possessions. The buccaneers of Tortuga, however much they may have
suffered or have been feared, can not be said to have ever been really
conquered. In fact, by whomsoever settled, the country has shown one
uninterrupted record of pride and independence. I regard this as an
honor to begin with.

The history of Hayti begins with the buccaneers, a company of French,
English, and Germans, driven from their homes in the neighboring islands
by the haughty arrogance of the Spaniards, in 1629. These men, collected
on the shores of Tortuga, vowed mutual fidelity and protection to each
other, but eternal vengeance against their persecutors. How well they
kept their word has passed into a proverb.

In 1665 the court of Versailles, observing a beautiful country of which
some of its subjects had taken an actual though accidental possession,
took the fugitive colony under its protection. It was not difficult for
the French government to see that the island was in value equal to an
empire, and it was therefore determined to enhance its interests with
all possible speed. The first care was to select a governor who should
be equal to the difficult task of humanizing men who had become
barbarians; which important task was committed to D’Ogerton, a gentleman
of Anjou.

Hitherto not a single female resided in the settlement, to supply which
deficiency was the governor’s first care. With this view he sent
immediately to France, and many women of reputable character were
induced to embark. From this time the prosperity of the colony fairly
begins.

The personal fame of D’Ogerton drew many who had suffered persecution at
home to flee for safety to an asylum which his lenient measures had
established in Hayti, among whom was one Gobin, a Calvinist, who, upon
his arrival, (1680,) erected a house on the Cape, and prevailed on
others to join him in his retreat. Time added to their numbers, and the
conveniences of the situation justified their choice. As the lands
became cleared and the value of its commodious bay became known, both
inhabitants and shipping resorted to the spot, and raised the town of
Cape François to a degree of elegance, wealth, and commercial importance
which in 1790 scarcely any city in the West Indies could presume to
rival.

Considered in itself, the situation of the town is not to be commended.
It stands at the foot of a very high mountain which prevents the
inhabitants from enjoying the land breezes, which are not only delicious
but absolutely necessary to health. It also obstructs the rays of the
sun, causing them to be reflected in such a manner as to render the heat
at times almost insupportable. On one side of the town, however, is an
extensive plain, containing, perhaps, without any exception, some of the
finest lands in the world. The air is temperate, though the days and
nights are constantly cool. In short, it is another Eden. “Happy the
mortal who first taught the French to settle on this delicious spot.”

The situation of Port au Prince, to which place the seat of government
has been transferred, seems to have been unfortunately selected. It is
low and marshy, and the air is impregnated with noxious vapors,
rendering it extremely unwholesome. To this day it is commonly regarded
as the graveyard of American seamen. In 1790 it had also reached an
eminent degree of prosperity, and contained 14,754 inhabitants, of whom
2,754 were white, 4,000 free people of color, and the remainder slaves.
So, also, near Port au Prince is a fertile plain called Cul de Sac. The
mountains surrounding it possess a grateful soil, and are cultivated
even to their summits. The value of such lands is at present from ten to
twenty dollars per acre.

The town of St. Mark’s, near which the last body of  emigrants
from America have settled, is somewhat more advantageously situated. It
lies on the northern shore of the bay, on the point of an obtuse angle
formed by the margin of the rocks and waves. Hills encircle it in the
form of a crescent, the points of which unite with the sea, and, while
they afford it shelter, leave it open to the breezes of the ocean, which
become the springs of health.

The land which the French had brought under cultivation previous to the
revolution was devoted mostly to the cultivation of sugar, coffee,
indigo, and chocolate. It is said that Hayti alone produced as much
sugar at this time as all the British West Indies united. The prodigious
productions of little more than two million acres of land were as
follows: brown sugar, 93,773,300 lbs.; white sugar, 47,516,351 lbs.;
cotton, 7,004,274 lbs.; indigo, 758,628 lbs. But great as this product
may appear, it by no means gives the entire amount, the quantity of
tanned hides, spirits, &c., being equally immense.

Immorality and irreligion everywhere prevailed, worse even than at
present, if we are to judge from a poem written about that time. The
West Indies would seem to be peculiarly conducive to this species of
iniquity:

    “For piety, that richest, sweetest grant,
     Of purest love blest super-lunar plant,
     Is here neglected for inferior good,
     Torn from the roots, or blasted in the bud.
     Soft indolence her downy couch displays,
     And lulls her victims in inglorious ease,
     While guilty passions to their foul embrace
     Seduce the daughters of the swarthy race.”

This brings us to the consideration of the all-important subject called
in America the “<DW64> question,” but which is, nevertheless, the
immortal question of the rights of man.

The inhabitants of Hayti consisted of 540,000 souls, and were divided
into three distinct classes--the whites, the slaves, and the mulattoes
and free blacks. The term mulatto comprehended all shades between whites
and <DW64>s. The whites conducted themselves as if born to command, and
the blacks, awed into submission, yielded obedience to their imperious
mandates, while the mulattoes were despised by both parties.

The freedom they enjoyed was rather nominal than real. On reaching a
state of manhood each became liable to serve in a military
establishment, the office of which was to arrest runaway slaves, protect
travellers on the public roads, and, in short, to “mount a three years’
guard on the public tranquillity.” To complete their degradation, they
were utterly disqualified from holding any office or place of public
trust. No mulatto durst assume the surname of his father; and to prevent
the revenge which such flagrant and contemptible injustice could hardly
fail to excite, the law had enacted that if a free man of color presumed
to strike a white man, _his right arm should be cut off_. In fact, they
were not much above the condition of the free blacks in the United
States. “On comparing the situation of these two classes of men”--the
slaves and the nominally free--says Coke, “it is difficult to say which
was the most degraded. The social difference was, without doubt, very
great, but in the aggregate must have been about the same.”

Such was the state of affairs previous to 1790. What they have been
subsequently remains to be seen. The whip of terror never yet made a
friend. It may prevent men from being avowed enemies for a while, but it
usually makes a deeper impression upon the heart than upon the skin. The
heart is nearest the seat of recollection, and will stimulate to revenge
for a long time after the wound has been inflicted, as the reader of the
following pages will abundantly attest.

          “Time the Avenger! unto thee I lift
    My hands and eyes and heart, and crave of thee a gift.”




LETTER X.

Republic of Hayti.

AFFAIRS IN FRANCE--THE CASE OF THE MULATTOES--TERRIBLE FATE OF OGÉ AND
CHAVINE.


It was towards the close of the year 1788 that the revolutionary spirit
which had been fermenting among the French people from the conclusion of
the American war first manifested itself in the mother country; and
although that extraordinary event convulsed the empire in every part, in
no place was the shock so great as in Hayti.

The mulattoes, notwithstanding their oppression and degradation, it
should have been observed, were permitted to enjoy property, including
slaves, to any amount, and many of them had actually acquired
considerable estates. By these means the most wealthy had sent their
children to France for education, just as many are now sent to Oberlin,
in which place they supported them in no small degree of grandeur.

It happened about this time that a considerable number of these
mulattoes were in Paris, among whom was Vincent Ogé. This young man
entered into the political questions relative to the people of color,
which were then violently agitated, and became influenced with a
conflict of passions at the wrongs which he and his degraded countrymen
were apparently destined to endure. His reputed father was a white
planter, of some degree of eminence and respectability, but he had been
dead for years. Ogé was about 30 years of age; his abilities were far
from being contemptible, but they were not equal to his ambition, nor
sufficient to conduct him through that enterprise in which he soon after
engaged. Supported in Paris in a state of affluence, he found no
difficulty in associating with La Fayette, Gregorie, and Brissot, from
whom he learned the prevailing notion of equality, and into the spirit
of which he incautiously entered with all the enthusiasm and ardor
natural to the youthful mind when irritated by unmerited injuries; and
he determined to avenge his wrongs.

Induced to believe that all the mulattoes of Hayti were actuated by the
same high-minded principle, he sacrificed his fortune, prepared for
hostilities, and sailed to join his brethren in Hayti.

What was Ogé’s disappointment when, after evading the vigilance of the
police and secretly succeeding in reaching these shores, he found no
party prepared to receive him, or willing to take up arms in their own
defence! It probably might have been said of him also, “_His heart is
seared._”

About two hundred were at length prevailed upon to rally around his
standard; and with this inadequate force he proceeded to declare his
intentions, and actually dispatched a note to the governor to that
effect.

In his military arrangements his two brothers were to act under him,
with one Mark Chavine, as lieutenants. Ogé and his brothers were humane
in their dispositions, and averse to the shedding of blood; but with
Chavine the case was totally different.

Ferocious, sanguinary, and courageous, he began his career with acts of
violence which it was impossible for Ogé to prevent.

Finally the brothers of Ogé joined Chavine in his petty depredations.
White men were murdered as accident threw them in their way. The
mulattoes, when they could not be induced to join them, were treated
with every species of indignity; and one man in particular, who excused
himself from joining them on account of his family, was murdered,
together with his wife and six children.

The inhabitants of Cape François, alarmed at these outrages which they
imagined to be committed by a far more formidable body of revolters than
really existed, immediately took measures for their suppression.

A detachment of regular troops invested the mulatto camp, which, after
making an ineffectual resistance in which many were killed, was entirely
broken up. The whole troop dispersed. Ogé and his officers took refuge
in the Spanish part of the island. The principal part of their
ammunition and military stores immediately fell into the hands of the
victors.

The triumphs of the whites over the vanquished insurgents were such that
they proceeded from victory to insult. The lower orders especially
discovered such pointed animosity against the mulattoes at large that
they became seriously alarmed for their personal safety, and many
regretted not having joined the now vanquished party.

Urged by fatal necessity many resorted to arms, so that several camps
were formed in different parts of the colony far more formidable than
that of Ogé. At this time RIGAUD, the mulatto general, makes his
appearance, declaring that no peace would be permanent “until one class
of people had exterminated the other.”

In the midst of these commotions which presaged an approaching tempest,
PEYNIER, the governor, resigned his office in favor of general
Blanchelande. The first step of the latter was directed towards the
unfortunate Ogé. The demand made on the Spanish governor for his arrest
was peremptory and decisive. Twenty of Ogés followers, including one of
his brothers, were speedily hung; but a severer fate awaited Ogé and
Chavine. They were condemned to be broken alive, and were actually left
to perish in that terrible condition on the wheel.

Chavine, the hardy lieutenant, met his destiny with that undaunted
firmness which had marked his life. He bore the extremity of his torture
with an invincible resolution, without betraying the least symptom of
fear, and without uttering a groan at his excruciating sufferings.

With Ogé the case was widely different. When sentence was passed upon
him his fortitude abandoned him altogether. He wept; he solicited mercy
in terms of the most abject humility; but in the end he was hurried to
execution, and left to expire in the most horrid agonies.

Previous to this the National Assembly in France, which had originally
declared “That all men are born free, and continue free and equal as to
their rights,” had to contradict this in order to pacify the planters,
and to declare it was not their intention to interfere with the local
institutions of the colonies.

It so happened, however, that with this decree they also transmitted to
the governor a chapter of instructions, one of the articles of which
expressed this sentiment: “That every person of the age of twenty-five
and upwards, possessing property or having resided two years in the
colony and paid taxes, should be permitted to vote in the formation of
the colonial assembly.” It was like the Dred Scott decision of the
United States, for the question immediately arose whether the term
“every person” included the mulattoes.

It was just at this time that intelligence of the tragical death of Ogé,
who had been previously well known in Paris, reached that city. The
public mind was instantly inflamed against the planters almost to
madness, and for some time those in the city were unable to appear in
public, either to apologize for their brethren or defend themselves. To
keep alive that resentment which had been awakened, a tragedy was
founded on the dying agonies of Ogé, and the theatres of Paris conveyed
the tidings of his exit to all classes of people.

Brissot and Gregorie, two well-known reformers, availing themselves of
this auspicious moment, brought the case of the mulattoes before the
National Assembly.

This was early in May, 1791. The eloquence displayed by Gregorie on this
occasion was most marvellous, enforced by such facts as a state of
slavery and degradation rarely fails to produce, and the whole finished
by an affecting recital of the death of Ogé.

Amid the ardor with which he pleaded the cause of the mulattoes, a few
persons attempted to stem the torrent by predicting the ruin of the
colonies. “_Perish the colonies_,” exclaimed Robespierre in reply,
“rather than sacrifice one iota of our principles.” The sentiment was
reiterated amid the applauses of an enthusiastic Senate, and the
National Assembly, on the 15th day of May, decreed that the people of
color born of free parents should thenceforth have all the rights of
French citizens; that they should have votes in the choice of
representatives, and be eligible to seats both in the parochial and
colonial assemblies.

The colonial representatives no sooner heard that these decisive steps
were taken than they declared their office useless, and resolved to
decline any further attempts to preserve the colonies.

The colonists who resided in the mother country heard the decree with
indignation and amazement. But in the island, as soon as it became
known, the planters sunk into a state of torpor, and appeared for a
moment as if petrified into statues. All local feuds between the whites
were immediately suspended, and all animosities swallowed up by what
appeared to them an evil of unparalleled magnitude. The civic oath was
treated with contempt; tumult succeeded subordination; proposals were
made to hoist the British colors; and resolutions crowded on resolutions
to renounce at once all connection with a country that had placed the
rights of the mulattoes on an equal footing with their own.

The mulattoes, who became criminal from their color, were obliged to
flee in every direction. Their homes afforded them no protection. They
were threatened with shooting in the street; and thus menaced by
destruction, they began to arm in every direction.

The governor beheld this commotion with palsied solicitude. He foresaw
the evils that must burst upon the colony, without having it in his
power to apply either a preventive or a remedy.

But a far more awful mine, surcharged with combustibles, and destined to
appall all parties, was at that moment on the very eve of an explosion.




LETTER XI.

Republic of Hayti.

A CHAPTER OF HORRORS (WHICH THE DELICATE READER MAY, IF HE CHOOSES,
OMIT).

    “Out breaks at once the far-resounding cry--
     The standard of revolt is raised on high.”


Among the various transactions which had taken place, both in the island
and in France, little or no attention had been paid to the condition of
the slaves. It is true an abolition society had been early established
in Paris, called the “Friends of the Blacks,” (_Amis des noirs_). Their
sufferings had also been used to give energy to a harangue, or to
enforce the necessity of general reformation, but their situation was
passed over by the legislative assemblies as a subject that admitted of
no redress.

These, sensible of their condition, numbers, and powers, resolved, amid
the general confusion, to assert their freedom and legislate for
themselves. They had learned from the contentions of both their white
and  masters that violence was necessary to prosperity. Such
measures they adopted; and no sooner adopted than they were carried into
effect.

It was early on the morning of August 23, 1791, that a confused report
began to circulate through the capital that the <DW64>s were not only in
a state of insurrection, but that they were consuming with fire what the
sword had spared. A report so serious could not fail to spread the
greatest alarm. It was credited by the timid, despised by the fearless,
but was deeply interesting to all. Pretty soon the arrival of a few
half-breathless fugitives confirmed the melancholy news; they had just
escaped from the scene of desolation and carnage, and hastened to the
town to beg protection and to communicate the fatal particulars. From
these white fugitives (the scale had turned) it was learned that the
insurrection was begun by the slaves on a plantation not more than nine
miles from Cape François.

There, it appeared, in the dead of night, they had assembled together
and massacred every branch of their master’s family that fell in their
way. From thence they proceeded to the next plantation, where they acted
in the same manner, and augmented their number with the slaves whom the
murder of their master had apparently liberated. And so on they went,
from plantation to plantation, recruiting their forces in proportion to
the murders they committed, and extending their desolations as their
numbers increased.

From the plantation of M. Flaville they carried off the wife and three
daughters, and three daughters of the attorney, after murdering him
before their faces. In many cases the white women were rescued from
death with the most horrid intentions, and were actually compelled to
suffer violation _on the mangled bodies of their dead husbands, friends,
or brothers, to whom they had been clinging for protection_.

The return of daylight, for which those who had escaped the sword
anxiously waited, to show them the full extent of their danger, was
anticipated by the flames that now began to kindle in every direction.
This was the work of but a single half night. The shrieks of the
inhabitants and the spreading of the conflagration, occasionally
intercepted by columns of smoke which had begun to ascend, formed the
mournful spectacle which appeared through a vast extent of country when
the day began to dawn.

It was now obvious that the insurrection was general and that the
measures of the revolted slaves had been skilfully preconcerted, on
which account the revolt became more dangerous. The blacks on the
plantation of M. Gallifet had been treated with such remarkable
tenderness that their happiness became proverbial. These, it was
presumed, would retain their fidelity. So M. Odelac, the agent of the
plantation, and member of the General Assembly, determined to visit them
at the head of a few soldiers, and to lead them against the insurgents.
When he got there he found they had not only raised the ensign of
rebellion, but had actually erected for their standard THE BODY OF A
WHITE INFANT, _which they had impaled on a stake_. So much for happy
<DW64>s and contented slaves! Retreat was impossible. M. Odelac himself
was soon surrounded and murdered without mercy, his companions sharing
the same fate--all except two or three, who escaped by instant flight
only to add their tale to the list of woes.

The governor proceeded immediately to put the towns in a proper state of
defence; and all the inhabitants were, without distinction, called upon
to labor at the fortifications. Messengers were despatched to all the
remotest places, both by sea and land, to which any communication was
open, to apprise the people of their danger, and to give them timely
notice to prepare for the defence. Through the promptitude with which
the whites acted, a chain of posts was instantly established and several
camps were formed.

But the revolt was now found to be even greater than imagined. The
slaves, as if impelled by one common instinct, seemed to catch the
contagion without any visible communication. Danger became every day
more and more imminent, so much so that an embargo was laid on all the
shipping, to secure the inhabitants a retreat in case of the last
extremity. Among the different camps which had been formed by the whites
were one at Grande Riviere and another at Dondon. Both of these were
attacked by a body of <DW64>s and mulattoes, and a long and bloody
contest ensued. In the end the whites were routed and compelled to take
refuge in the Spanish dominions. Throughout the succeeding night carnage
and conflagration went hand in hand, the latter of which became more
terrible from the glare which it cast on the surrounding darkness.
Nothing remained to counteract the ravages of the insurgents but the
shrieks and tears of the suffering fugitives, and these were usually
permitted to plead in vain.

The instances of barbarity which followed are too horrible for
description; nor should we be induced to transcribe any portion of them,
were it not that many persons regard such statements as mere assertions
unless accompanied by a record of the unhappy facts. The recital of a
few, however, will set all doubts forever at rest.

“They seized,” says Edwards, “a Mr. Blenan, an officer of the police,
and, having nailed him alive to one of the gates of his plantation,
chopped off his limbs one by one with an axe.”

“A poor man named Robert, a carpenter, by endeavoring to conceal himself
from the notice of the rebels, was discovered in his hiding-place, and
the <DW64>s declared that he _should die in the way of his occupation_;
accordingly they laid him between two boards, and deliberately sawed him
asunder.”

“All the white and even the mulatto children whose fathers had not
joined in the revolt were murdered without exception, frequently before
their eyes, or while clinging to the bosoms of their mothers. Young
women of all ranks were first violated by whole troops of barbarians,
and then, generally, put to death. Some of them, indeed, were reserved
for the gratification of the lust of the leaders, and others had their
eyes scooped out with a knife.”

“In the parish of Timbe, at a place called the Great Ravine, a
venerable planter, the father of two beautiful young ladies, was tied
down by the savage ringleader of a band, who ravished the eldest
daughter in his presence, and delivered over the youngest to one of his
followers. Their passions being satisfied, they slaughtered both the
father and the daughters.”

“M. Cardineau, a planter of Grande Riviere, had two natural sons by a
black woman. He had manumitted them in their infancy, and treated them
with great tenderness. They both joined the revolt; and when their
father endeavored to divert them from their purpose by soothing language
and pecuniary offers, they took his money, and then stabbed him to the
heart.”

Amid the worst of these scenes Mr. Edwards records that solitary and
affecting instance wherein a _soft-hearted_ slave saved the lives of his
master and family by sending them adrift on the river by moonlight.[E]
This is generally admitted to have been the _Washington_ of Hayti,
Toussaint L’Ouverture.

At this time, also, the mulatto chiefs, actuated by different motives,
not only refused to adopt such horrid measures, but particularly
declared their only intention in taking up arms was to support the
decree of the 15th of May, which had acknowledged their rights, of which
the whites had been endeavoring to deprive them, and proposed to lay
down their arms provided the whites acknowledged them as equals.

The white inhabitants gladly availed themselves of an overture which,
though it pressed hard on their ambition, afforded a prospect for
deliverance from impending danger. A truce immediately took place, which
they denominated a _concordat_. An act of oblivion was passed on both
sides over all that had passed, the whites admitting in all its force
the decree giving equality to the mulattoes. The sentence passed upon
Ogé and the execution of it the _concordat_ declared to be infamous, and
to be “held in everlasting execration.” So much for Ogé.

Both parties now appeared to be equally satisfied, and a mutual
confidence took place. Nothing remained but to induce the mulattoes to
join the whites in the reduction of the <DW64>s, now in a most
formidable state of insurrection. To this the mulattoes consented. New
troops were introduced from France. The whites were elated, and perfect
tranquillity stood for a moment on the very tiptoe of anticipation.

But the great lesson of the revolution was speedily to be learned. The
hurricane of terror which was yet to overcome them was at that moment on
the Atlantic, and hastening with fatal impetuosity towards these
uncertain shores.


UNION.

It was early in the month of September that intelligence reached France
of the reception which the decree of the 15th of May had met with in
Hayti. The tumult and horrid massacres which we have noticed were
represented in their most affecting colors. Consequences more dreadful
were still anticipated. The resolution of the whites never to allow the
operation of the ill-fated decree was represented as immovable; and
serious apprehensions were entertained for the loss of the colony.

The mercantile towns grew alarmed for the safety of their capitals, and
petitions and remonstrances were poured in upon the National Assembly
from every interested quarter for the repeal of that decree which they
plainly foresaw must involve the colony in all the horrors of civil war,
and increase those heaps of ashes which had already deformed its once
beautiful plains.

The National Assembly, now on the eve of dissolution, listened with
astonishment to the effects of a decree which, by acknowledging the
rights of the mulattoes, it was expected would cover them with glory.
The tide of popular opinion had begun to ebb; the members of the
Assembly fluctuated in indecision; the friends of the planters seized
each favorable moment to press their point, and actually procured a
repeal of the decree at the same moment that it had become a medium of
peace in Hayti.

At length the news reached these unhappy shores. The infatuated whites
resolved to support the repeal, which would leave the mulattoes at their
mercy. A sullen silence prevailed among the latter, interrupted at first
by occasional murmurings and execrations, and finally exploding in a
frenzy which produced the most diabolical excesses yet on record.

Rigaud’s original motto was again revived, and each party seemed to aim
at the extermination of the other. The mulattoes made a desperate
attempt to capture Port au Prince, but the European troops lately
arrived defeated them with considerable loss. They nevertheless set fire
to the city, which lighted up a conflagration in which more than a third
part of it was reduced to ashes.

Driven from Port au Prince, by the light of those flames which they had
kindled, the mulattoes established themselves at La Croix Bouquets in
considerable force, in which port they maintained themselves with more
than equal address. At last, finding themselves and the revolted slaves
engaged in a common cause, they contrived to unite their forces, and
with this view drew to their body the swarms that resided in Cul de Sac.
Augmented with these undisciplined myriads they risked a general
engagement, in which two thousand blacks were left dead on the field;
about fifty mulattoes were killed, and some taken prisoners. The loss of
the whites was carefully concealed, but is supposed to have been equally
as destructive.

The furious whites seized a mulatto chief whom they had taken prisoner,
and, to their everlasting infamy, upon him they determined to wreak
their vengeance. They placed him in a cart, driving large spike nails
through his feet into the boards on which they rested to prevent his
escape, and to show their dexterity in torture. In this miserable
condition he was conducted through the streets, and exposed to the
insults of those who mocked his sufferings. He was then liberated from
this partial crucifixion to suffer a new mode of torment. His bones
were then broken in pieces, and finally he was cast alive into the fire,
where he expired. So much for the whites.

The mulattoes, irritated to madness at the inhumanity with which one of
their leaders had been treated, only awaited an opportunity to avenge
his wrongs. Unfortunately, an opportunity soon occurred. In the
neighborhood of Jerimie, M. Sejourne and his wife were seized. The lady
was materially _enciente_. Her husband was first murdered before her
eyes. They then ripped open her body, took out the infant and _gave it
to the hogs_; after which they cut off her husband’s head and entombed
it in her bowels. “Such were the first displays of vengeance and
retaliation, and such were the scenes that closed the year 1791.”

    “A law there is of ancient fame,
     By nature’s self in every land implanted,
     _Lex Talionis_ is its latin name;
     But if an English term be wanted,
     Give our next neighbor but a pat,
     He’ll give you back as good and tell you--_tit for tat_!”




LETTER XII.

Republic of Hayti.

TRAGEDY OF THE REVOLUTION CONTINUED--RIGAUD SUCCEEDED BY
TOUSSAINT--TOUSSAINT DUPED BY LE CLERC.


We omit, as unnecessary to the thread of this narrative, the contentions
between the French and English, in consequence of the British invasion,
from 1792 to 1798; during which time Rigaud was succeeded by Toussaint
L’Ouverture, whose superior military genius had won for him the
appointment of Commander-in-Chief of the native forces.

But there is yet another “lesson of the hour” to be gleaned from the
history of this marvellous revolution. Treachery led to the fall of
Toussaint.

On the 1st day of July, 1801, a Declaration of Independence was made by
Toussaint, in the name of the people.

The ancient proprietors of plantations, who in the former insurrections
had been compelled to quit the island and seek an asylum in France, soon
found in this act of independence a confirmation of their former
suspicions. They saw that all their valuable possessions must be
inevitably lost, and that forever, unless government could be prevailed
on to send an armed force to crush at once a revolt which had become so
formidable as to assume independence.

The complicated interests of commerce were instantly alarmed and
awakened to action; powerful parties were formed; a horde of venal
writers started immediately into notice; a change was wrought in the
public sentiment as by the power of magic; and <DW64> emancipation was
treated in just the same manner that <DW64> slavery had been treated
before. Such was the fickleness of the French at that time, and such is
the inconstancy of the human mind in ours.

Bonaparte, aiming himself at uncontrolled dominion, found it necessary
to bribe all parties with gratifying promises to induce them to favor
his views, and to enable him to introduce such changes in the form of
government as he desired.

The transitory peace which had taken place in Europe produced at this
time a band of desperate adventurers, who, destitute of employment, were
ready for any enterprise that could afford them an opportunity to
distinguish themselves. Accordingly an expedition of 26,000 men was
fitted out, at the head of which was placed General le Clerc;[F] and
such was the confidence of its success, that he was accompanied by his
wife, (sister to Napoleon,) and her younger brother Jerome Bonaparte.

But it was not to the fleet and army that Napoleon trusted exclusively
for success. A number of plotting emissaries had been secretly
dispatched to tamper with the unsuspecting blacks, to sow the seeds of
discord between parties, and to shake their confidence in Toussaint.
Even Toussaint’s children had been prepared, by the deceitful caresses
of the First Consul, to assist, by their representation of his conduct
towards them, in the seduction of their father.

Le Clerc with his detachment of the French squadron, appeared off Cape
François on the 5th day of January, 1802. General Christophe, who,
during the absence of Toussaint, held the command, on perceiving the
approach of the French fleet, immediately dispatched one of his officers
to inform the commander of the squadron of Toussaint’s absence, and to
assure him he could not permit any troops to land until he had heard
from the General-in-Chief. “That in case the direction of the
expedition should persist in the disembarkation of his forces without
permission, he should consider the white inhabitants in his district as
hostages for his conduct, and, in consequence of any attack, the place
attacked would be immediately consigned to the flames.”

The inhabitants, trembling for their personal safety and the fall of the
city, sent a deputation to assure Le Clerc that what had been threatened
by Christophe would actually be realized should he persist in his
attempt to land his forces.

Le Clerc, regardless of this destiny, and intent upon the gratification
of his own ambition, proceeded to put on shore his troops, flattering
himself with being able to gain the heights of the Cape before the
blacks should have time to light up their threatened conflagration.

Christophe instantly perceived this movement, and, steady to his
purpose, ordered his soldiers to defend themselves in their respective
posts to the last extremity, and to sink if possible the ships of the
assailants; but that when their own positions were no longer tenable, to
remove whatever valuables could be preserved, reduce every thing besides
to ashes, and retire.

Le Clerc did not reach the heights of the Cape until evening, and then
only to behold the flames which Christophe had kindled, and which filled
even the French soldiers with horror. They beheld with unavailing
anguish the stately city in a blaze, the glare of which gilded the
ceiling of heaven with a dismal light. Their expectation of a booty
vanished in an instant, and the only reward which awaited them, they
plainly perceived, was a heap of ashes or a bed of fire.

It was during these scenes of devastation on the shores that Toussaint
was engaged in rendering the interior as formidable as possible; after
the accomplishing of which he returned towards the ruins of the capital
to discover if possible the real intentions of the French respecting the
island, and to learn if any amicable proposition was to be made, which
should secure to the inhabitants that freedom for which they had taken
up arms.

In this moment of suspended rapine, Le Clerc resolved to try what effect
a letter addressed personally to Toussaint by Napoleon would have upon
the black commander, who was yet unapprised of its existence, or of the
arrival of his sons from France. A courier was immediately dispatched
with the former, and with intelligence that the latter were with their
mother on his plantation, called Ennerry.

The wife and children of Toussaint, ignorant of the part they were to
play, entertained, as the author of their happiness, Coison, the
preceptor of their children, who was at that moment plotting their
destruction.

Toussaint, animated with the feelings of an affectionate parent,
hastened, on the receipt of the letter and intelligence of the arrival
of his children, to fold them in his warm embrace. He reached the
plantation the ensuing night. When his arrival was announced, the mother
shrieked, and instantly became insensible from a delirium of joy. The
children ran to meet their father, and sunk without utterance into his
open arms. When the first burst of joy was over, and the hero turned to
caress him to whom he immediately owed the delight he had experienced,
Coison began his attack. He recapitulated the letters of Bonaparte and
Le Clerc; he invited him to accede to them, and represented the
advantages resulting from his submission in such glowing colors as could
hardly fail to awaken some suspicions. He perfidiously declared that the
armament was not designed to abridge the liberty of the blacks, and
concluded with observing that, unless the proposed conditions were
immediately acceded to his orders were to return the children to the
Cape.

Toussaint retired for a few moments from the presence of his wife and
children, to weigh the import of their common supplication. His awakened
reason instantly discovered the snare which had been laid to entrap him,
and he therefore indignantly replied: “Take back my children, if it must
be so; I will be faithful to my brethren and my God!”[G] then, mounting
his horse, rode off to the camp, from which place he returned a formal
answer to Le Clerc.

Unfortunately Le Clerc’s bribery was not so ineffectual in other
quarters. Many of Toussaint’s generals were induced to listen to the
promises of Le Clerc, and

    “To sell for gold what gold could never buy.”

Among these was an officer named La Plume, who by his treachery threw a
large district into the hands of the French, and also revealed to them
those plans of operation with which Toussaint had entrusted him.

Such an act on the part of La Plume, in whom Toussaint had placed
unlimited confidence, could not but cause him to distrust those who
remained attached to the common cause; and who, perceiving these
suspicions, grew lax in the obedience which they owed to his commands.

On the 24th of February a severe battle took place between the French
troops under General Rochambeau, and those under General Toussaint,
consisting of 1,500 grenadiers, 1,200 other chosen soldiers, and 400
dragoons. The position of the blacks was extremely well chosen, being in
a ravine fortified by nature and protected by works of art. Rochambeau,
availing himself of his local knowledge of the country, which he had
obtained from La Plume, entered the ravine with as much address as
Toussaint could have manifested, avoided the obstacles which had been
thrown in his way, and commenced an attack on the entrenchments of the
blacks. Toussaint was prepared to receive him, and a desperate battle
ensued, in which both skill and courage were alike conspicuous. The day
was extremely bloody, and the field which victory hesitated to bestow on
either party was covered with the bodies of the slain. Both parties at
the close of the day retired from the scene of action to provide rather
for their future safety than to renew a fierce contention for a mere
point of honor.

Rochambeau hastened with the remains of his division to join the French
troops in the western province, who were unable to withstand the force
of the black General Maurepas. The troops thus collected were put in
action, and the doubtful issue of battle was expected to decide their
fortune. But Le Clerc had recourse to his usual manœuvres, and
Maurepas, seduced with the promise of retaining his rank under the
auspices of Le Clerc, submitted to the French general without a
struggle, and gave his posts into the enemy’s hands.

Le Clerc, finding he could conquer the blacks much more readily by
winning their confidence than by swords, redoubled his efforts in this
direction. The number of his emissaries was increased; their powers were
enlarged, and they were sent forth as the missionaries of seduction to
induce the unsuspecting inhabitants to put on their chains. Success in
proportion to his professions attended their exertions. Even Christophe
was induced to believe that the late proclamations, in which Le Clerc
promised liberty to all, were sincere. And, finally, Toussaint, willing
to prevent the effusion of blood, gave way to the representations of
Christophe, who immediately entered into correspondence with Le Clerc.

A truce was formed on the ground of an oblivion of the past, the freedom
of the men in arms, and the preservation of his own rank, that of
Toussaint and Dessalines, and all the officers in connection with them.
This proposition was made by Christophe, and agreed to by Toussaint; but
Dessalines, dreading such an unnatural compromise, submitted only under
protest. The proposals, after some hesitation on the part of Le Clerc,
were accepted.

Hostilities ceased on the 1st of May.

Not one month past before Le Clerc seized Toussaint, his family, and
about one hundred of his immediate associates, and placed them as
prisoners on board the vessels then lying in the harbor. Many of the
blacks were ordered to return to their labors under their ancient
masters.

Toussaint, amazed at such an act of treachery and baseness, inquired the
cause, but could obtain no other reply than that he must instantly
depart. For himself he offered no excuse, declaring that he was ready to
accompany his abductors in obedience to his orders; but as his wife was
feeble and his children helpless, he begged earnestly that they might be
permitted to remain. His expostulations were of course urged in vain.

Le Clerc, to rid the island for ever of a man whom he both feared and
detested, prepared, soon after the capture of Toussaint, to send him to
Europe, and with him a letter of accusation at once false, criminal, and
malicious. A letter more dishonorable never crossed the Atlantic. Upon
his arrival in France, Toussaint was immediately sent to prison in a
remote province in the interior, and entirely secluded from the society
of men.

Shut up in melancholy silence, in a dungeon horrid, damp, and cold, his
suffering was not long. The Paris journals of April 27, 1803, say
this--no more and no less: “Toussaint died in prison.”

As to his wife and children, they remained in close custody at Brest for
about two months after their only friend was torn from them. They were
then removed to the same province in which Toussaint had been
imprisoned, without knowing anything either of his proximity or his
fate. In this place, reduced to distress, they continued neglected and
forgotten, a sad spectacle of fallen greatness.

Such was the fate of Toussaint L’Ouverture, the _Washington_, but not
“_the Napoleon_,” of Hayti.




LETTER XIII.

Republic of Hayti.

     THE WAR RENEWED--“LIBERTY OR DEATH”--EXPULSION OF THE FRENCH--THE
     AURORA OF PEACE--JEAN JACQUES DESSALINES, FIRST EMPEROR OF
     HAYTI--PRINCIPAL EVENTS UP TO PRESENT DATE--GEFFRARD AND
     EDUCATION--POSSIBLE FUTURE.

    “This is the moral of all human tales:
     ’Tis but the same rehearsal of the past--
     First freedom, and then glory.”
           --CHILDE HAROLD.


The violent and perfidious measures to which Le Clerc had resorted
produced an effect diametrically opposed to that which he intended. On
the distant mountains, particularly toward the Spanish division,
innumerable hosts of blacks had taken up their residence and assumed a
species of lawless violence. They ridiculed every idea of a surrender to
the Europeans, notwithstanding the compromise which had been made with
Toussaint and Christophe. Even among those who had submitted, the sudden
seizure of their brave leader and about one hundred of his enlightened
associates, of whose fate they could receive no satisfactory account,
but who was supposed to have been murdered by Le Clerc, produced a
spirit of indignation which was poured forth in execrations portending
an approaching storm.

Le Clerc, seated on his painful eminence, saw in a great measure the
danger of his situation, and endeavored to counteract the impending
evil. But death at this moment was lessening the number of his troops,
and sickness disabling the survivors from performing the common duties
of their stations.

Dessalines, whose talents and valor, recognized by his countrymen, had
caused him to be appointed to act as General-in-Chief, resolved not to
dally with his faithless foes as Toussaint had done, but to bring this
ferocious war to a speedy and decisive issue. Impressed with this
resolution, he drew a considerable force into the plain of Cape
François, with a design to attack the city. Rochambeau, perceiving his
movements, exerted himself to strengthen the fortifications of the city,
after which he determined to risk a general engagement.

Both parties were as well prepared for the event as circumstances would
admit. The attack was begun by the French with the utmost resolution,
and from the violence of the onset the troops of Dessalines gave way for
a moment, and a considerable number fell prisoners into the hands of the
French. But the power and courage of the blacks soon returned. The
French were repulsed; and as a body of them were marching to strengthen
one of the wings of their army, they were unexpectedly surrounded by the
blacks, made prisoners of war, and driven in triumph to their camp.

With these vicissitudes terminated the day. At night the French general,
to the disgrace of Europe, ordered the black prisoners to be put to
death. The order was executed with circumstances of peculiar barbarity.
Some perished on the spot; others were mutilated in their limbs, legs,
and vital parts, and left in that horrible condition to disturb with
their shrieks and groans the silence of the night.

But Rochambeau had to deal with a very different man from Toussaint--a
man whose motto was, “_Never to retaliate_;” for under cover of the same
inauspicious night Dessalines deliberately selected the officers from
among his prisoners, then added a number of privates, and gibbeted them
all together in a place most exposed to the French army.

Nor did the revenge of the black soldiers terminate even here. Burning
with indignation against the men whose conduct had stimulated them to
such inhuman deeds, they rushed down upon the French the ensuing
morning, destroyed the camp, made a terrible slaughter, and compelled
the flying fugitives to take refuge under the walls of Cape François.
From this period the French were unable to face their opponents in the
open field, and the victorious Dessalines immediately took steps to
crush them in the city.

To add to the calamities of the French commander, the war between
England and France was again renewed during this period of his distress.
Unfortunately, however, he remained uninstructed by past experience, and
his cruelty seemed to increase with the desperation of his
circumstances. Pent up in the city, from which his forces durst not
venture in a body, he contrived to detach small parties with bloodhounds
to hunt down a few straggling <DW64>s, who wandered through the woods
unconscious of the impending danger. These when taken were seized with
brutal triumph, and thrown to the dogs to be devoured alive.

Amid scenes and horrors as infamous as these, Le Clerc was summoned by
the fever to appear before a higher tribunal to give an account of his
deeds of darkness. He died on the 1st of November, after having been
driven from Tortuga, his previous place of abode. Madame Le Clerc was
present at the awful scene; then, departing with the body for Europe,
bade a final farewell to a region which had promised her happiness, but
paid her with anguish and mortification.

It was in the month of July that an English squadron, not fully apprised
of the condition of the French army, made its appearance off the cape.
This circumstance completely overwhelmed the besieged commander, who,
while the blacks were fiercely crowding upon him, was perfectly
conscious of his vulnerable condition as exposed to the British. He
therefore opened a communication with the latter to learn what terms of
capitulation he had to expect in case a proposition of that kind should
be made. The terms required by the British being dreadfully severe,
Rochambeau lost no time in strengthening the works towards the sea as
well as towards the land, having every thing to fear from both quarters.

Meanwhile the victorious blacks continued to pour in reinforcements upon
the plains of the cape. A powerful body now descended upon the French,
and, having passed the outer lines and several blockhouses, prepared to
storm the city in thirty-six hours.

Rochambeau, from a persuasion that all would be put to the sword,
proceeded before it was too late to offer articles of capitulation,
which, to the honor of Dessalines, by foregoing the desire of revenge,
were accepted, granting the French ten days to evacuate the city--“an
instance of forbearance and magnanimity,” says Rainsford, “of which
there are not many examples in ancient or modern history.”

The articles of capitulation which Rochambeau had entered into were
communicated by Dessalines to the British commodore. The latter,
therefore, awaited the expiration of the appointed time to mark the
important event. When the time had elapsed, Commodore Loring, perceiving
no movement of the French towards evacuation, sent a letter to General
Dessalines to inquire if any alteration had taken place subsequent to
his last communication, and if not, to request him to send some pilots
on board to conduct his squadron into the harbor to take possession of
the French shipping. To this letter he received the following
characteristic reply:--

                   “LIBERTY OR DEATH!

“HEAD-QUARTERS, _Nov. 27, 1803_.


“_The Commander-in-Chief of the Native Army to
Commodore Loring, etc., etc._:

     “SIR:--I acknowledge the receipt of your letter, and you may be
     assured that my disposition toward you and against General
     Rochambeau is invariable.

     “I shall take possession of the cape to-morrow morning at the head
     of my army. It is a matter of great regret to me that I cannot send
     you the pilots which you require. I presume that you will have no
     occasion for them, as I shall compel the French vessels to quit the
     road, and you will do with them what you shall think proper.

“I have the honor to be, etc., etc.,

“DESSALINES.”



Scarcely had Commodore Loring entered the harbor on the morning of the
30th, before he was met by an officer of the French troops then going in
quest of the English to request them to take possession of the ships in
the name of His Britannic Majesty. This, he observed, was the only
method left by which they could be saved from inevitable destruction, as
the black general was at that moment preparing to fire upon them with
red-hot shot, and the wind, blowing directly into the mouth of the
harbor, prevented their departure.

The whole of the French troops and shipping, including seventeen
merchant vessels and about 8,000 soldiers and seamen, thus falling into
the hands of the British, were conveyed to England, arriving at
Portsmouth, on the 3rd of February, 1804, from whence the troops were
taken into the interior and paroled as prisoners of war.

Thus ended this visionary expedition through which Napoleon and Le Clerc
flattered themselves and the country that the inhabitants of Hayti were
to be again reduced to slavery; and thus, by the unrelenting
determination of Dessalines, were the fearful thunderbolts of war made
to recoil on the heads of those who hurled them.


THE AURORA OF PEACE.

The “Aurora of Peace” which Dessalines and his colleagues had predicted,
was now ushered in. On the 14th of May following Dessalines departed
from the cape, determined, like his unfortunate predecessor Toussaint,
to make a tour through the island, to note the manners which prevailed,
and to observe how far the regulations he had already introduced were
enforced, and what beneficial effects had resulted from their adoption.

During this journey the people, animated by the presence of their
victorious chief, resolved to exalt him to the dignity of emperor.
Whether any intrigue had been used on this occasion by Dessalines, or
that the offer was a pure emanation of gratitude originating with the
people, it is impossible to say. This much, however, is certain, that
the proposal was accepted without any reluctance, and in due time he was
enthroned as _Jean Jacques Dessalines, the first emperor of Hayti_. This
was at Port au Prince, on the 8th of October.

After the imposing ceremonies which necessarily attended the imperial
coronation, the people, not forgetful of Him who had guided them through
this arduous struggle in defence of those rights with which He had
originally endowed them, marched to the church, where a Te Deum was sung
to commemorate the important transactions of this memorable day. From
this place of solemnity the whole procession returned in the order in
which they came to the government house; after which a grand
illumination took place in all parts of the city, amid the roaring of
cannon and every demonstration of joy that both language and action
could possibly express.

In tracing the narrative of this remarkable revolution, we have
purposely omitted the invasion of the British from 1793 to 1798. Suffice
it to say, that after a profuse waste of blood and treasure during five
years, Great Britain was constrained to withdraw the remnant of her
troops, acknowledge the independence of the island as a neutral power,
and relinquish forever all pretensions to Hayti.

Such, then, is a brief outline of the principal features in the history
of this new-born empire, as recorded by Edwards, Rainsford, and Coke,
and as given me from the lips of veterans yet upon the soil. The
principal changes since are briefly these:

The reign of the emperor Dessalines was short and turbulent, and his
designs against the mulattoes cost him his life. After the death of
Dessalines, (in 1807,) General Christophe was made chief magistrate, and
in 1811 he crowned himself King Henri I. Meanwhile the mulattoes having
cause to distrust him also, elected General Petion, a companion of
Rigaud, to preside in the south-west, which he did with great leniency
and to the entire satisfaction of his constituents, by many of whom he
is still affectionately remembered. He died in 1818. Christophe shot
himself in 1820. In 1822, Boyer, who had been elected President, united
the whole island under his government.

And this brings the chain of events up to those mentioned in our review
of the history of the Spanish part of the island, to which the reader
can refer for a statement of the principal changes from that time to the
present.

Under President Geffrard the country is highly prosperous, such
confidence being placed in the government that its paper currency is
preferred by the people to silver coin.

Under Protestant influences, also, several large schools, in which
hundreds of young girls and boys are being educated, promise in due time
to present to the world a virtuous female offspring of these heroic
revolutionists, adorned by all the graces attending the use of both the
French and English languages, and a body of youths skilled at once in
commerce, and in the sciences of government, the sword, the anvil, and
the plow.

The president desires the immigration hither of young men and ladies who
are capable of teaching French, “and also to undertake,” he says, “the
courses of our lyceums. In this case they would find employment
immediately.”

       *       *       *       *       *

It is difficult to believe these fields of natural beauty, embellished
with all the decorations of art, have at any time presented to earth and
heaven such spectacles of horror as to cause even Europe, accustomed as
it is to blood and fire, to stand aghast, and which will serve Americans
as a finger-board of terror so long as slavery there exists. The torch
of conflagration and the sword of destruction have marched in fearful
union through the land, and covered the hills and plains with
desolation. Tyranny, scorn, and retaliating vengeance have displayed
their utmost rage, and in the end have given birth to an empire which
has not only hurled its thunderbolts on its assailants, but at this
moment bids defiance to the world.

In the days of imperial Rome it was the custom of Cicero and his haughty
contemporaries to sneer at the wretchedness and barbarity of the
Britons, just as Americans speak of Haytiens to-day; yet when we reflect
how analogous the history of the seven-hilled city and that of the
United States promises to be, that Hayti may yet become the counterpart
of England, head-quarters of a  American nationality, and supreme
mistress of the Caribbean sea, she can well afford to leave

    “Things of the future to fate.”




LETTER XIV.

Grand Turk’s and Caicos Islands.

     AN ISLAND OF SALT--SIR EDWARD JORDAN, OF JAMAICA--HONOR TO THE
     BRITISH QUEEN--A STORY IN PARENTHESIS--THE POETRY OF SAILING.

    “Had ancient poets known this little spot--
     Poets who formed rich Edens in their thought--
     Arcadia’s vales, Calypso’s verdant bowers,
     Hesperia’s groves, and Tempo’s gayest flowers,
     Had ne’er appeared so beautiful and fair
     As these gay rocks and emerald islands are.”


It is usually no more to “dangle round” this sea than it is to cross
Lake Erie. On this particular occasion, however, I very willingly
reached these shores, for the little schooner Enterprise in which we had
ventured was not much larger than a good-sized yawl--certainly not over
six tons burthen. The waves inundated us at pleasure, wetting even the
letters in my breast coat-pocket, filling our faces at times with its
slashing foam, and drenching us thoroughly to the inmost thread. But our
schooner skimmed along like a seagull, and within thirty-two hours we
were once again on land, dry enough for all practical purposes. Nice
little schooner--the waves might as well have undertaken to drown a
fish!

       *       *       *       *       *

There is not a natural hill on all Turk’s Island. The shores are but a
few feet above the level of the sea, and the interior is scooped out
like a basin. This basin is artificially subdivided into innumerable
troughs or ponds, into which water is admitted by canals from the sea,
whence it evaporates leaving beds of salt. This salt is then raked into
hills, so that as you approach these shores you have the extraordinary
sight of an island studded with salt-hills.

The slight elevation of the land also permits the wind to pass
uninterruptedly over its limestone surface, which accounts for the even
temperature and perfect health of the island. The thermometer fell
to-day from 86° to 77° Fahrenheit, which is the hottest and the coldest
they have had it this summer. But, as you will readily perceive, the
absence of all barriers to the winds subjects the colony to the terrific
ravages of every ocean storm that chooses to sweep this way. At this
very moment the large and substantial mansion in which I am writing
trembles like an aspen-leaf, and I am fearful that the few cocoa-nut
trees and flower plants bending before the storm on every side will be
speedily swept away. Heaven spare the verdure!--the people can look out
for themselves. Generally speaking, the winds are soft as a sigh. The
gale ebbs to a gentle zephyr; the cloud passes on to Mobile, or wherever
else it is bound, leaving these islands gayer for its shower; the huge
West Indian sun, apparently magnified to six times its usual diameter,
sinks into the crimsoned sea; the heavenly twilight comes on once more,
and earth, sea, and sky are all once again tranquilly imparadised. The
effect of these transitions on the mind is imperative. The most
commonplace, matter-of-fact personage you have in America can not spend
a summer around these islands and amid these scenes without having
transitory poetic visions flash through his inmost being. But do not
think I intend to dwell any further on these Elysian things. If you have
a correspondent capable of describing them, send him along. A keen sense
of my inability to do so constrains me to desist as from an attempt to
comprehend the Infinite.

       *       *       *       *       *

According to the theory of certain American statesmen, Turk’s Island
properly belongs to Hayti; at least, it is on the borders of the Haytien
sea, and is as much beholden to Hayti for its support as Cuba is to the
United States. As luck has it, however, Turk’s Island really belongs to
the British, and Cuba, it would seem,

    “By some o’er-hasty angel was misplaced.”

These, then, are a group of the celebrated British West Indies, and form
a part of the governmental jurisdiction of Jamaica. It is with rare
pleasure that I mention the latter fact, (since “next to being great
one’s self it is desirable to have a true relish for greatness,”) for it
gives me an opportunity to inform you that the order of knighthood has
recently been conferred by Her Britannic Majesty on Sir Edward Jordan,
Mayor of the city of Kingston and Prime Minister of Jamaica--a degree of
dignity never before attained by a <DW52> man, as I believe, since the
British government began. The day of the Anglo-African in America has
not yet clearly dawned, but it is dawning. A great many of the officers
here, too, are . How strange it seems to stand before a large,
fine-looking black or <DW52> man, entitled Sir, Honorable, Esquire, and
the like! To save me, I cannot realize it, although I see, hear, and
shake hands with them every day.

But the grand source of interest to you and to me is, of course, the
slaves manumitted by the magnanimity of the British government some
twenty-six years agone. It is strangely interesting to hear them tell of
parties making their escape to Hayti by sail-boats previous to the act
of emancipation, sometimes sailing swift and direct, and at others
dodging under the lee of the Caicos reefs until pursuit had been
suspended, reminding one much of our Canadian friends. The history of
the escape of slaves in our day is as full of heroism as any history in
the world.

The neatness and cleanly appearance of the masses are actually
surprising. I say it with all due respect, but, take them all in all,
the <DW52> people really present a better appearance than the whites.
The latter, however, for reasons which you will already have
anticipated, are of course more wealthy and intelligent--for which
reason, also, they have heretofore been entirely at the head of
political affairs. It is only recently that the blacks, who are in the
majority, began to tread on their political heels. Some of the whites do
not like to see this, but the easiest way for them is to allow
themselves to be peacefully absorbed by the <DW52> race in these
regions, for their destiny is sealed.

The Caicos Islands, like most of the Bahamas, are but a series of coral
reefs, more extensive in territory and less sterile than this portion
of the colony; but their principal products are about the same--salt and
shipwrecks. They are at once “the residence and the empire of danger.”
An American captain is now here selling the wreck of a cargo lately
shipped from Boston to New Orleans--(Captain Elliot, ship Nauset, total
wreck on North Caicos reef, July 7, 1860.) The population of the group
inclusive is about five thousand, principally , who are
remarkably industrious, if one is to judge from the rapidity with which
they load a vessel with salt; and the essentially limited resources of
the island would seem to admit of their being equally virtuous. Churches
abound, and schooling may be had at the rate of three cents per week.
Every thing is due to the English missionary societies for the healthy
tone of morality and religion which prevails in these islands, and I
must say, as I believe, chiefly to the Baptists.

But the great characteristic and most amusing peculiarity of these
people is their inordinate attachment to the British crown. A captain of
a schooner on the coast (black, but thoroughly British) one day
overheard some reckless fellow speak disrespectfully of Queen Victoria.
About every thing he thought of or said during the rest of the voyage
was, “He insult my Queen,” repeating “He insult my Queen” over and over
again. They seem to regard Queen Victoria with about the same reverence
that the Spanish Catholics bestow upon the Virgin Mary. Nor do I blame
them for this, since, if England were crippled to-day, it would be
difficult to say what would become of the world’s humanity. It would be
like extinguishing the sun!

Every thing is salty. You stand a chance to get some Boston ice here,
which is a _rara avis_ in this direction; but before you can get it
congealed into cream you are bound to get salt into it, it would seem. A
nice saloon, a good hotel, three churches, (English, Wesleyan, and
Baptist,) and a first class Masonic lodge--at the head of which is a
 Esquire--together with its excessive salt propensities, are
about the best things that can be said for Grand Turk’s Island. Stay! I
forget the “Royal Standard,” a weekly journal, to the editor of which I
am under obligations, and from which I clip the following

                                NOTICE.

     On the first of August, the “Friendly Society” and the “Benevolent
     Union Society” of Salt Cay will march in procession from the
     Society Hall, at 11 o’clock A. M., to the Baptist chapel, where a
     sermon will be preached by the Rev. W. K. Rycoft on the occasion.
     By order, etc.,

JOHN L. WILLIAMS.



So much for the land of salt, and a farewell to its happy people, the
most that can be said of whom is that they worship Queen Victoria.

(Let me tell you a story. In passing around these islands, we are one
day with the Spanish, next day with the English, and the third with the
French. It is sometimes diverting. I was sitting one warm afternoon
before the door of a countryhouse, having a large green sward-yard
sloping away to the road. The house was full of children, some of whom
were, or pretended to be, studying their books. Well, suddenly there
came pouring down a splendid summer shower, when, without a word, half a
dozen of these little rogues, of both sexes, dropped their books,
stripped off to the skin, and away they went sailing around the yard
like so many water nymphs! In five minutes more they were all dressed,
sitting down with their books, and looking as demure as if nothing had
happened. “So there hadn’t,” except that one plump little girl _fell
heels over head_! That is one way of taking a shower bath I never
thought of.)

By the way, an American captain was this day looking at a number of
hands, male and female, engaged in loading a vessel with salt. The women
were employed holding the sacks, and tying them when filled.

“That’s a smart gal,” said the Yankee captain, pointing to an ebon Venus
who was singing, dancing, and tossing the sacks around as merrily as
your city girls ever “pawed” the piano.

A sleek-faced gentleman turned up his eyes at us, and inquired: “You lub
dis gal, Cap’en?”

“Thunder, no!” said the astonished American; “I don’t love anybody!”
Which remark, I guess, was not very far from the truth.

The vessel which I am now on board of is a full-rigged, finely-finished
English brig. Her sails are all set, the wind blows fresh, and she cuts
the water like a sword-fish. The captain cleared $1,400 on his trip out,
with a cargo of lumber from the States. How much will our friend Wm.
Whipper make in a year running his craft up a Canadian creek? The
tenacity with which our leading <DW52> men embrace that short-sighted
policy which teaches them to confine their enterprises to certain
proscribed, prejudice-cursed districts, is not only extraordinary--it is
marvellous.

The heavenly night comes on. The clouds in the sky look like ships on
fire. The rising moon trembles upon the silver-sheeted waves in the
east, while the receding sun burnishes the west, tinging the waters even
to our very spray. And thus, in this sea of glory, do we skim along.
_This_ is the “poetry of sailing.”

    “Thou glorious, shining, billowy sea,
     With ecstasy I gaze on thee!
     And as I gaze, thy billowy roll
     Wakes the deep feelings of my soul.”




LETTER XV.

British Honduras.

     THE ISLAND OF RUATAN--THE SAILOR’S LOVE STORY--THE SOVEREIGNTY OF
     THE BAY ISLANDS--ENGLISH VS. AMERICAN VIEW OF CENTRAL AMERICAN
     AFFAIRS.


            _Off Ruatan the New “Gibralter,” Flower of the
              Bay Islands, and “Key to Spanish America."_

It certainly takes the impatience out of one to travel very much on a
sail vessel. The dead certainty of your getting becalmed annihilates
even contrary anticipation. But instead of murmuring at the irksome roll
of this spell-bound ship, which flaps its sails as vainly as a bird with
cropped wings, I, with genuine Spartan philosophy, will make the most of
it by going visiting, that is, from the cabin to the forecastle. Here I
take a seat beside an American; (for, my dear H., nobody ever knows what
true friendship is until they have been shipwrecked, nor does any one
conceive how mutual are the sympathies of persons coming from the same
country, however remote their positions may have been, until they have
met away from home, and been surrounded by foreign influences. Strange
as it may seem, I have not met a  American out this way but who
actually celebrates the Fourth of July.)

Instead of complaining of this ghastly calm, as I was about to say, I
take a seat beside my friend Mr. Johnson, formerly of Plymouth,
Massachusetts, from whom I learned the following important story,
albeit, a love story. Important because it shows the correctness of that
theory which assumes this,--the infusion of Northern blood as one of the
means by which the more sluggish race of the tropics is to be quickened
and given energy, and also how these seductive southern zones induce
persons to sacrifice kindred, friends, and home, in order to live and
die under their soothing influences.

The story is this: Some years ago he had sailed from Boston to Balize
with a cargo of ice; was taken sick, and the captain of his vessel,
having made all possible arrangements for his comfort, left him in the
hospital to recover. He did so, and was just on the eve of going over to
Jamaica to get on board a vessel in which to return home, when up
stepped an elderly man, who accosted him in English and also in Yankee,
to wit: “Guess you are from the States?” to which Mr. Johnson replied,
of course, “You, too, I suppose?” The fact is, if you could not tell an
American away from home by his looks, his salutatory phrases are as
certain as an oddfellow’s password.

So Mr. Dickinson, the elderly gentleman, was from the States also, and
nothing would do but Mr. Johnson must accompany him to his home in
Ruatan, there to spend a few weeks for old acquaintance’ sake, and
meanwhile strengthen his health. He went; but Mr. Johnson coming from
the States had never seen so lovely an island, and certainly none so
prolific as Ruatan. He found oranges selling for one dollar per barrel,
and cocoa-nuts at a cent apiece; and that after being rowed a distance
of six miles. He found also that good milch cows could be bought for six
dollars each; and that upon one of the neighboring islands wild cattle
were to be had for the sport of catching. On Utille, another island,
also, almost in sight of Ruatan, is a settlement of whites, which,
though small, is in a very flourishing condition; both being tributary
to Ruatan. Altogether, he liked the appearance of things exceedingly.

Mr. Johnson not being one of your lazy visitors, soon began to make
himself useful by assisting his friend Mr. Dickinson in whatever he
might have to do; and so one day, with pants rolled up to his knees, he
went over to a neighbor’s to borrow some bags. This neighbor had a
pretty niece who lived in Nicaragua, which is just over the way, and who
was now on a visit to her uncle.

It was near dusk; his neighbor was not at home; but, with that careless
indifference which travellers in the tropics will appreciate, he walked
into the shanty, slightly nodded to some one he saw sitting in the
corner, and immediately stretched himself out in a hammock.

The timid girl, less frightened at this rude freedom than at the bushy
whiskers of the Northerner, answered his inquiries as to when her uncle
would be in, curtsied, and left the room; but in doing so she discovered
about the trimmest ancle and the neatest pair of stockings Mr. Johnson
had ever beheld. It fixed him. He could not sleep after that without
dreaming of the pretty feet, and, of course, pretty owner.

Mr. Johnson found business with his neighbor very often. The divinity
went over home; Mr. Johnson had business over there also; and with
genuine American grit obtained the old man’s consent, and actually
returned with his daughter.

Soon after this Mr. Johnson received from the States the mournful
intelligence of his father’s death, and, like a dutiful son, immediately
sailed for Plymouth to see his mother and sisters. His brother, equally
anxious with his mother and friends to have him stop at home, offered
him a situation as clerk in a lawyer’s office. But, alas! those pretty
feet! They had caused him to sacrifice his home; and although
shipwrecked in the attempt, he is now back in Ruatan, with no
expectation of ever meeting his Plymouth friends again during life. “I
told them,” said he, “she was not quite so white as some of them, but
she’s a darn sight better-hearted;” which is very probably a fact. Mr.
Johnson affirmed, also, that he could not be induced to leave Ruatan for
the income of the most princely merchant in Boston; but I make
allowances for a man who has a young wife with pretty feet.

Ruatan, as you are aware, is the principal one of the celebrated Bay
Islands, the sovereignty of which has been so long in dispute. Nor can I
settle the question as to whether the British claim is just or not; I
can only give it to you as I get it.

In the first place you must know there is what may be called _two
Honduras_. That is, the State of Honduras, and these Bay Islands with a
portion of the Musquito coast, constituting British Honduras, of which
Balize is the capital. This will relieve a great many blunders people
have perpetually fallen into.

When or by whom Ruatan was originally settled is now unknown. It was
discovered by the Spaniards, and was afterwards occupied as a military
post, but subsequently abandoned. Soon after the Emancipation Act took
effect in Jamaica and the other British isles, a number of these
emancipated slaves settled here, and the settlement is now multiplied to
the number of about three thousand.

It becoming necessary for them to have a government, they sent to
Jamaica for a magistrate to act as governor, voting him a salary of
three thousand dollars, and, being British subjects, of course looked to
Great Britain for protection. And so Great Britain claims the right to
protect them; and she does protect them.

It was off this island that the pirate Walker rendezvoused the present
summer; and from what I have said respecting the immigration hither of a
few white Americans, you will probably suppose there might be some
advantage taken of these islanders; but do not think it. Mr. William
Walker’s recent experience at Truxillo will probably induce him to
respect Ruatan.

Nevertheless, Ruatan is measurably affected, of course, by the
prosperity of the main land, and if the future administration of the
United States government is to be as weak and vacillating as the past
has been, it is difficult to say what is to be the end of these
invasions.

At present there is but little communication between this excellent
island and the United States. Thanks to your unjust policy, (wide-spread
infamy,) the natives can not be induced to look towards America, and so
can not see the difference between the Northern and Southern States.
This feeling has been heightened recently by the fact that a merchant,
who dealt in fruits with certain parties in New Orleans, went over there
on business. He was also a British magistrate, and took with him the
necessary papers to certify that fact. Hardly had he reached the shore
before he was arrested and taken to prison; and when he supposed to
estop their procedure by showing that he was a British magistrate, the
New Orleans constable replied: “If Queen Victoria were to come over
here, and she were black, I’d put her in jail!”

I am asked to point out, as I go along, what could be done whereby
persons could gain a competence? Any thing in the shape of work will
gain a competence,--the trouble being, in all these countries, that a
living is too easily gained. But fruits are the principal export. Could
a vessel be run between this and Baltimore, or any other respectable
port of the United States, it would pay beyond a peradventure. It would
also furnish the means of getting here safe the fruits from wasting, for
want of occasional vessels, and also supply news; which is an
inconceivable desideratum.

Land is offered at a shilling an acre; import duty is but two per cent.,
and exports free; which, considering the English language prevails, give
it a decided advantage as a place of settlement.

Ruatan is but thirty miles from Truxillo, Honduras, and one hundred and
twenty from Balize; and these are the only ways of getting here from New
York, at a cost of sixty dollars. For the want of such a vessel as I
have intimated, crops of oranges and limes are frequently swept into the
sea. The Pine-apples are large and of a superior quality. Walk out into
the grounds early in the morning, take a Machette and strike one open,
and nothing can give you an idea of their flavor except to imagine you
are sipping the nectar of the gods.

In the interior of the island are cocoa-nut groves, and other marks of
improvement, such as an old fortress hid away from the sea, which
clearly prove the island to have been anciently inhabited; but, like
many other interesting objects which the historian fails to comprehend,
by whom, or when, is left entirely to the conception of the poets.

    “Gone are all the barons bold;
     Gone are all the knights and squires;
     Gone the abbot, stern and cold,
     And the brotherhood of friars.”


ENGLISH _vs._ AMERICAN VIEW OF CENTRAL AMERICAN AFFAIRS.

It is but fair to say the Hon. E. G. Squier shows very clearly the
forced nature of the English claims, and that Ruatan rightly belongs to
Honduras. But then I should think Mr. Squier, or any other American,
would blush to talk about British _proclivities to piracy_.

The following are the views of Mr. Trollope (English) on the most
important of Central American affairs,[H] who probably also intends by
them to give Mr. S. a rap on the knuckles.

“As I have before stated, there was, some few years since, a
considerable passenger traffic through Central America by the route of
the lake of Nicaragua. This of course was in the hands of the
Americans, and the passengers were chiefly those going and coming
between the Eastern States and California. They came down to Greytown at
the mouth of the San Juan river, in steamers from New York, and, I
believe, from various American ports, went up the San Juan river in
other steamers, with flat bottoms, prepared for those waters, across the
lake in the same way, and then by a good road over the intervening neck
of land between the lake and the Pacific.

“Of course the Panama Railway has done much to interfere with this. In
the first place, a rival route has thus been opened; though I doubt
whether it would be a quicker route from New York to California if the
way by the lake were well organized. And then, the company possessing
the line of steamers running to Aspinwall from New York has been able to
buy off the line which would otherwise run to Greytown.

“But this rivalship has not been the main cause of the total stoppage of
the Nicaraguan route. The filibusters came into that land and destroyed
every thing. They dropped down from California, or Realego, Leon,
Manaqua, and all the western coast of Nicaragua. Then others came from
the South-eastern States, from Mobile, and New Orleans, and swarmed up
the river San Juan, devouring every thing before them.

“There can be no doubt that Walker’s idea, in his attempt to possess
himself of this country, was, that he should become master of the
passage across the Isthmus. He saw, as so many others have seen, the
importance of the locality in this point of view; and he probably felt
that if he could make himself lord of the soil, by his own exertions and
on his own bottom, his mother country, the United States, would not be
slow to recognize him. ‘I,’ he would have said, ‘have procured for you
the ownership of the road which is so desirable for you. Pay me by
making me your lieutenant here, and protecting me in that position.’

“The idea was not badly planned, but it was of course radically unjust.
It was a contemplated filching of the road. And Walker found, as all men
do find, that he could not get good tools to do bad work. He tried the
job with a very rough lot of tools; and now, though he has done much
harm to others, he has done very little good to himself. I do not think
we shall hear much more of him.

“And among the worst injuries which he has done is this disturbance of
the lake traffic. This route has been altogether abandoned. There, in
the San Juan river, is to be seen one old steamer, with its bottom
upwards, a relic of the filibusters and their destruction.

“All along the banks tales are told of their injustice and sufferings.
How recklessly they robbed on their journey up the country, and how they
returned to Greytown--those who did return, whose bones are not
whitening the lake shores--wounded, maimed, and miserable.

“Along the route traders were beginning to establish themselves; men
prepared to provide the travellers with food and drink, and the boats
with fuel for their steam. An end for the present has been put to all
this. The weak governments of the country have been able to afford no
protection to these men, and, placed as they were beyond the protection
of England or the United States, they have been completely open to
attack. The filibusters for a while have destroyed the transit through
Nicaragua; and it is hardly matter of surprise that the president of
that land, the neighboring republic, should catch at any scheme which
proposes to give them back this advantage, especially when promise is
made of the additional advantage of effectual protection.

“To us Englishmen it is a matter of indifference in whose hands the
transit may be, so long as it is free and open to the world; so long as
a difference of nationality creates no difference in the fares charged,
or in the facilities afforded. For our own purposes I have no doubt the
Panama line is the best, and will be the route we shall use. But we
should be delighted to see a second line opened. If Mr. Squier can
accomplish his line through Honduras we shall give him great honor, and
acknowledge that he has done the world a service. Meantime we shall be
very happy to see the lake transit reëstablished.”

       *       *       *       *       *

There is no hope for the Central American States except by intervention
on the part of some government capable of protecting them.




LETTER XVI.

Conclusive Summary.

     CONCISE DESCRIPTION OF THE SPANISH MAIN--DOMINICANA REVIEWED--THE
     MAGNIFICENT BAY OF SAMANA--CONCLUSIVE SUMMARY.


Thus have I endeavored to seize on whatever might seem to be of
importance, and at the same time interesting to such of your readers as
desired to have some more general information respecting tropical
America.

I am aware that I have not analyzed the soil, nor (so long as it
produced well) have I cared whether it was “composed of the _débris_ of
these limestones and lava mountains,” or “tempered by the decaying
vegetation of the centuries past.” Nor have I entered into any essay to
show how the lofty sierras of Honduras differed from those of Nicaragua,
or those of the islands from the Spanish Main. It would be easy to give
you a chapter stating that “the summits of some of them are of hard
sandstone or granite; some are covered with layers of mould of different
colors and density, sometimes mixed with stones of different degrees of
hardness, and more or less calcinable; and some of them of various
vitrifiable substances.” But I take it that the way to make a thing
useful is also to have it agreeable. Who reads, for example, Mr. Wells’
well-written but ponderous “Travels and Explorations in Honduras”?

Central America, by common assent, not only realizes in its geographical
position the ancient idea of the centre of the world, but is in its
physical aspect and configuration of surface an epitome of all the
countries and of all climes. “High mountain ranges, isolated peaks,
elevated table lands, and broad and fertile plains, are here grouped
together, relieved by beautiful lakes and majestic rivers; the whole
teeming with animal and vegetable life, and possessing every variety of
climate from torrid heat to the cool and bracing temperature of eternal
spring.”

On the Atlantic <DW72> rain falls in greater or less abundance for the
entire year; vegetation is rank, and the climate damp and
proportionately insalubrious, while the Pacific <DW72> and the elevated
regions of the interior are comparatively dry and healthy.

With this variety of “physical circumstances,” also, the people differ,
and have always differed, in a direct and corresponding ratio; the
inhabitants of the cool and healthy regions having at the time of the
discovery systematized forms of government and worship, while the hotter
and less salubrious coasts were occupied by a distinct family of men
unfixed in their abodes, having no social enjoyments, and living on the
natural fruits of the earth. In Central America, therefore, Dr. Smith’s
celebrated essay on “Civilization--its Independence of Physical
Circumstance,” receives a striking illustration, the damp Musquito
coasts having propagated only a rude tribe of men; while San Salvador,
for example, sustains a population highly civilized, and equal in number
to New England.

But I have dwelt at most length on the island of Hayti, because it is a
source of greatest interest to us, and because there is perhaps no
country the intrinsic value of which is so little known; and while I can
see no objection but every thing to encourage by governmental influence
the establishment of a colony in some parts of the Central American
States, neither do I know why it might not be established in the Spanish
territory of Hayti. I have given another gentleman’s views, which are
worth more than my own, as to the vast population the country is capable
of sustaining, and have shown that especially from Porto Cabello west,
to the Bay of Samana east, no finer province could certainly be desired.
That noble bay, as I am informed, has been surveyed heretofore by a
corps of American engineers, who pronounced it the choicest point for a
naval station on the Caribbean coasts. It is also assumed, from the
rapid increase of the coral reefs in the Bahama channels, that this in
time will furnish the only safe channel for California steamers, and
even for larger vessels bound from the Northern States to New Orleans. I
have nothing to do with that, further than to state it as I have it. The
insurance companies will however appreciate this assumption, if we are
to judge from the number of wrecks which have recently occurred between
the Caicos and Florida reefs.

Surrounding the bay of Samana are beds of coal as if on purpose to
supply such steamers; but they now lie unworked, useless, and almost
unknown. Into this bay empties the Yuna river, which takes its rise far
back in the northern and middle range of mountains, and, fed by
innumerable tributaries, winds its course towards this magnificent
harbor through the widest portion of the Royal plains.

“In briefly describing the principal bays of Dominicana,” says Mr.
Courtney, “the first of importance is the far-famed and magnificent bay
of Samana, at the north-eastern end of the island, at the mouth of the
Yuna river. It is about fifty miles from east to west, and varying in
width from fifteen to twenty miles, and of a great depth. The entrance
to it is at the east end, and is about a mile wide, as beyond that is
shoal water, to the south side some little islands and bars appearing
above the surface. An old fort, erected long since on the high bluff on
the north side, a few miles above the mouth and before it widens out,
commands its entrance. The hills and mountains on either side of the bay
rise back from it to a great height, their sides being covered with
beautiful <DW72>s, plateaus, and benches. The coasts are here and there
indented with minor bays and inlets, the most important of which is at
the town of Samana, about twenty-five miles up the bay on the north
side. It is a land-locked harbor and very deep, as are all the inlets.
The view of the bay from either side across to the opposite shores,
covered as it is with swarms of ducks and swans and other water fowl;
and the coasts and hills and mountains covered with flowers and verdure
and fruit, is truly beautiful and sublime, equalling, if not
surpassing, in beauty and magnificence, the Bay of Naples, and is
obviously the key to the Gulf of Mexico.

“Here all the navies of the world could lie at anchor in safety.”

       *       *       *       *       *

It would be useless for me to give a minute description of each
particular bay in each particular State, thus swelling these pages into
the usual ponderous three-dollar volumes which nobody buys, and so none
read. I am aware that the Bay of Fonseca, and others on the Spanish
Main, are equally deserving, if necessary, to be described. Mr. Wells
has shown this, and also that the interior districts of Honduras are as
rich in silver and gold as any region of which California can boast. I
understand, however, that parties have since been formed on the strength
of Mr. Wells’ report, and thoroughly equipped for mining operations. But
as I am informed, they were not allowed to enter the interior in
consequence of those filibustering propensities which all white
Americans are supposed to possess.

A party organized to work the mines on a small scale in Dominicana has
lately sailed for the island. They will not be interrupted by the
present government, but the durability of that government is, I am
sorry to say, a question which may be agitated, and even settled,
_before I finish writing this book_.

And now I have struck the key note of all I have to say. The most
beautiful countries in the world are the most lamentably ill-governed.
It makes no difference to any one having foreign protection, as to their
personal safety, whether there be revolution or not. This white
Americans and all Englishmen or anybody else have, but the free <DW52>
people of America. They have no protection anywhere.

Now this is a shame and a disgrace to the civilized world. But so it is,
and, as Mr. Douglas would ask, “What are you going to do about it?”

I have no reason to doubt the sincerity of such eminent persons as have
proposed to acknowledge the independence of these governments, form
treaties therewith, and even to purchase territory and provide the means
whereby a settlement could be established. I have rather much cause to
believe the new government (that is to be) will give the subject earnest
consideration. Nothing could be more just, and, as I believe, wise or
popular. I know that such a measure would not be opposed by the people
of the tropics, for there are many who entertain progressive ideas, and
who have sympathies in common with Americans, who, the moment a
protected settlement were established, would flock thither from the
neighboring States and islands, and immediately swell the number of the
original emigrants. I say I know this, because so many have said so,
among whom could be mentioned English and American families, white and
. But it pains me to say, the truth is, unless this protection
could be given, or unless a sufficient number could emigrate (which they
are not able to do) to protect themselves, none of these States seem to
be in a sufficiently reliable condition to prevent such a movement from
being a matter of great risk.

I have shown, I think, which was the object of this visit, what might be
accomplished provided the government should provide means, never so
small, towards the furtherance of such a movement.

It is the only way by which a colony to any extent could be permanently
established, which would give tone and stability to the government
there, and turn the important commerce of the tropics in this direction.
There are now probably ten European vessels in the harbor of Spanish
America, but especially of Dominicana, where there is one belonging to
the United States, although the latter is the natural market, from which
they receive entirely their flour and salted pork. (Merchants of
Cincinnati will appreciate this.)

I presume it would be difficult to find an American merchant in any of
the Spanish States, who had not succeeded in making a fortune by the
great advantages of trade in mahogany, dye-woods, hides, and tobacco,
almost immediately after commencing business, but who has not as
invariably lost it, in whole or in part, by the depression of currency
in consequence of the momentary revolutions.

How grandly would both these and _those_ States “loom up in the eyes of
the world,” if, abandoning that policy which makes them the
indiscriminate oppressors of the weak, the American people should set
themselves at work through their new administration, to secure by this
means the commerce of those countries; give them peace, and forever wipe
out the stain which Walker has cast upon the very name of all who boast
themselves citizens of this republic. Such a measure would in some
degree recompense the <DW52> race for the services they have rendered
to the government, the fruits of which they have not been permitted to
enjoy; would make this great nation less obnoxious to the weak; lay the
foundation of a future empire; and cause those lovely regions to bloom
with industry and skill as they now bloom with eternal verdure.

END.




APPENDIX.

(FROM THE ANGLO-AFRICAN MAGAZINE.)

The Anglo-African Empire.

     “Do these things mean nothing? What the tender and poetic youth
     dreams to-day and conjures up with inarticulate speech, is
     to-morrow the vociferated result of public opinion, and the day
     after is the charter of nations.”--_Phillips._


The stars of the tropics are the guiding stars of the age. The sympathy
of the world is with the South, and the tendencies of things are
southward. The controlling influence of the great commercial staple of
our Southern States, the growing demand for the productions of the
tropics, the discovery of gold toward the torrid zone, and a consequent
want of labor in that direction, indicate firmly the force of these
assertions. Other causes, apparently indirect or yet apparently opposed,
such as the disappearance of slavery from Maine to Maryland, and the
rapidity with which the slaves are hurried further south, might be
cited on the one hand; and on the other the filibustering propensities
of Southern fire-eaters as the unerring and immutable laws of destiny,
guided by an all-wise and overruling Providence. “The coral zoöphite
does not know that while it builds itself a house it also creates an
island for the world;” and the master, as he pays the passage of his
slave from the more Northern slave States to New Mexico, is but the rude
agent of a superior power, urging him to more inviting fields for
enterprise, and for his higher and more responsible duties as a freeman.

Reforms do not go backwards, nor filibustering northwards, and “nothing
is more certain than that the slaves are to be free;” but the problem as
to what position they are to sustain as freemen is but little thought
of, and, of course, less understood. It is true some suggestions have
been offered on this subject, foremost among which stands that of Mr.
Helper, as the most absurd and ridiculous. It did not occur to Mr.
Helper, when he suggested the broad idea of chartering all the vessels
lying around loose for the huddling together of the blacks after
emancipation and shipping them off to Africa,--it did not occur to him
that they were men, and might not wish to go; at least it did not occur
to him that they were _men_. So I make the suggestion for his benefit,
and for the benefit of those who may come after him, this being a
question not to be settled by arbitrary means, but by means which shall
meet the approbation of all parties concerned, nor yet forgetting that
at the head of these parties stands Him whose name is not to be
mentioned without reverence.

Whence comes the <DW52> people’s instinctive horror of colonization in
Africa? Colonizationists say they can not account for it, since Africa
is their fatherland. But if this were any argument, I could account for
it by the simple affirmation that it is not their fatherland. The truth
is, “Time has shown that the causes which have produced races never to
improve Africa, but to abandon it, and give their vigor and derive their
strength from other climes, is not to be reversed by the best efforts of
the best men.” Besides this, charity begins at home. Allowing that the
colonizationists, by sending a few handfuls of <DW52> men to Africa,
may plant the germ of civilization there, that the seed may spread or
the fire may flame until the whole continent becomes illuminated with
Christian love, and her sons stand forth regenerated and redeemed from
the dark superstition that enthralled them. Then what? It is a great
deal, and a great deal more than we can hope for, and a hero is he who
will sacrifice his life in making the attempt to bring about such a
magnificent result; but in doing this very little will be accomplished
for the millions who remain, increasing, on this continent.

Nevertheless, there is a growing disposition among <DW52> men of
thought to abandon that policy which teaches them to cling to the skirts
of the white people for support, and to emigrate to Africa, Hayti, or
wherever else they may expect to better their condition; and it is
encouraging to know that the time is at hand when men can speak their
convictions on this subject without being made the victims of illiterate
abuse and indiscriminate denunciation, all of which is the natural
result of more general information, and which will lead to the discovery
at last of what is to be the final purpose of American slavery--the
destiny of the <DW52> race after slavery shall be abolished.

The history of Hayti and Jamaica, and of the American tropics generally,
indicates the propagation of the <DW52> race, exclusive of whites or
blacks. (This is simply calling things by their right names, for which
the compiler of these facts expects to be made the most popular writer
of the age, of being highly flattered, infinitely abused, feared,
hated, and all that attends the discovery of truth generally.)
Throughout the West Indies, with the single exception of Cuba, the
whites have been unable to keep up their numbers, and in that instance
only by a recent flood of immigration on a large scale from Europe. The
<DW52> race, on the contrary, is perfectly well adapted to this region,
and luxuriates in it; and it is only through their agency that some
small portion of the torrid zone has been brought within the circle of
civilized industry. I have said their history would prove this.

When discovered by the Spaniards these islands were inhabited by a
<DW52> people not unlike our Indians. Their homes were invaded; they
were reduced to a state of miserable vassalage, and the proud Caucasian
stalked about, the conquerer of every spot of earth his avarice or
cupidity desired. The natives, unable to endure the persecutions to
which they were subjected, withered and fell like the autumn leaves, and
Africa became the hunting-ground of the slave pirate for hardier and
more enduring slaves.

Africa became their hunting-ground, and quiet villagers were startled in
the dead of night to behold their huts in flames, and to hear the
shrieks of their fellow-men and fellow-women, who were being torn away
from their native homes as victims for the slave-ship, there to suffer
all the tortures of the yoke and the branding-iron, and finally to be
landed, if at all, on the American coast, with no other prospect than
that of a life-bondage spread out before them. This state of wickedness
continued, so far as England was concerned, until its glaring outrages
challenged the attention of the British realm, and until the Parliament
of England passed an act declaring all British subjects should be
free;--“An act of legislation which, for justice and magnanimity, stands
unrivalled in the annals of the world, and which will be the glory of
England and the admiration of posterity when her proudest military and
naval achievements shall have faded from the recollection of mankind;”
an act of legislation which restored the liberties of eight hundred
thousand of our fellow-men, _and left them in possession of superior
claims and circumstances to those from which they had been originally
removed_, (because, undoubtedly, the chances of any free man are better
upon this continent than in Africa.)

Then came a series of American slanders: “Jamaica was ruined;” “the
<DW64> unfit for freedom;” and the downfall of prosperity and the loss of
trade were everywhere said to be inevitable.

But the <DW64> and his descendants are proof against slander and against
the New York Herald, which terms are soon to be synonymous. Jamaica was
not ruined: but, while these complaints were raised against her
population, 40,000 land patents, varying from ten to one hundred acres
each, were being taken up in a single year! Lands having been provided
and schools introduced, happiness began to smile, prosperity reäppeared,
and the whole country was redeemed from what had been a field of terror
to what promises to become the very garden of the Western world.

This is said to be an axiom of political philosophy upon which it is
safe to rely: _For any people to maintain their rights, they must
constitute an essential part of the ruling element of the country in
which they live._ The whites of the tropics are but few in number. They
have heretofore sustained themselves by their superior wealth and
intelligence. But, as fast as the <DW52> people rise in this respect,
their white rulers are pushed aside to make way for officers of their
own race. This is perfectly natural. When a colony of Norwegians come
over from Norway and settle a county in Wisconsin, do they elect a
yankee to represent them? Norwegians elect Norwegians, Germans elect
Germans, and <DW52> men elect <DW52> men, whenever they have the
opportunity.

Even now a large majority of the subordinate officers of Jamaica, I
understand, are <DW52> men. The Parliament is about equally divided,
and the Attorney-General and Emigration Agent-General are <DW52> men;
and it is fair to assume, within a few years of the date of this paper,
there will not be a single white man throughout the West Indies
occupying a position within the gift of the people.

A retired merchant of Philadelphia, a man of large thought and liberal
views, having an experience of fifteen or twenty years’ residence in
Hayti, in reply to certain letters asking for information and advice
respecting the subject now under consideration, published a pamphlet in
which he says: “There is a long view as well as a short view to be taken
of every great question which bears upon human progress; but we are
often unable or unwilling to take the former, until some time after a
question is settled.

“‘Manifest destiny’ has been, for some years, a familiar and accepted
phrase in the mouths of our politicians, and each class suggests a plan
for carrying it out in accordance with its own specific interests, or
some preconceived theory. The pro-slavery adventurer may yet gain a
footing in Central America, but it will not be to establish slavery.
Slavery once abolished, has never been reëstablished in the same place,
in America, except in one instance--that of the smaller French colonies,
now again free. The vain effort to reënslave St. Domingo cost the French
forty thousand men. The free <DW64>, that nothing else can arouse, will
fight against the replacement of the yoke which he has once thrown off;
and the number of these in Central America is sufficient to prove a
stumbling-block if not a barrier to its return. To reëstablish slavery
permanently, where it has once been abolished, is to swim against the
great moral current of the age.

“We can acknowledge to-day that the persecution of the Puritans by Laud
and his predecessors, only intended, as it was, to produce conformity to
the Church, really produced New England. And we can now see that the
obstinacy of George the Third was as much a cause of the Declaration of
Independence, at the time it was made, as the perseverance of John
Adams,--the one being the necessary counterpart of the other, the two
together forming the entire implement which clipped the tie. Now if we
can make the above admissions in respect to these, the two greatest
settled questions of modern times, without excusing either persecution
or obstinacy in wrong, but keeping steadily in view that every man is
responsible for the motives which govern his conduct, be the result of
that conduct what it may, why should we not begin to look at this, the
third great question of the same class, still _un_settled, from the same
point of view?

“_If, then, I were asked what was probably the final purpose of <DW64>
slavery, I should answer--To furnish the basis of a free population for
the tropics of America._

“I believe that the Anglo-Americans, with the Africans, whom a part of
the former now hold in bondage, will one day unite to form this race for
the tropics, with or without combination with the races already there.
But whether the African quota of it shall be transferred thither by
convulsive or organized movements--or be gradually thinned out from
their present abode, as from a great nursery, by directed but
spontaneous transition--or retire, by degrees, with the ‘poor whites,’
before the peaceful encroachments of robust Northern labor, it would be
useless now to conjecture. It is enough now to know that labor, like
capital, goes in the end to the place where it is most wanted; and that
labor, free from the destructive element of caste, has been, and still
is, the great desideratum of the tropics, as it is of all other places
which do not already possess it. I have already spoken of the presumed
ability of the Southern States to spare this kind of labor. Should
there, however, prove to be any part of the Union where the climate or
the culture really requires the labor of the black man, then there he
will remain, and eventually be absorbed by the dominant race; and from
that point the complexion of our population will begin to shade off into
that of the dark belt of Anglo-Africans, which will then extend across
the northern tropics.

“I know that most of our Northern people, while they demand, in the
strongest terms, all the rights of man for the <DW64> or mulatto, are
unable to eradicate from their minds a deeply-grounded prejudice against
his person. In spite of themselves, they shrink from the thought of an
amalgamation such as the foregoing observations imply. But these friends
are not aware how quickly this prejudice begins to melt away as soon as
one has entered any part of the tropics where the African race is in the
ascendant, or where people of  blood have attained to such social
consideration as to make themselves respected. I suppose no Northern
man ever forgets the occasion when, for the first time, he arrives at
such a place, and the  merchant to whom he is addressed comes
forward, with the self-possession which attends self-respect, and offers
him his hand. He begins to be healed of his prejudice from that hour.”

I am also aware that the notion prevails generally in the United States
that the mulatto has no vitality of race; that after three or four
generations he dies out. This idea, I believe, finds its strongest
advocates among the slaveholders and the readers of De Bow’s “Review,”
and possibly it may be correct when applied to the colder latitudes; but
I have no reason to think it is so in or near the tropics. Moreau de St.
Mery, in his minute “Description of the French part of St. Domingo,”
says, with respect to the vitality of the mulatto, which term includes
all persons of color, however slight, of mixed European and African
descent: “Of all the combinations of white and black, the mulatto unites
the most physical advantages. It is he who derives the strongest
constitution from these crossings of race, and who is the best suited to
the climate of St. Domingo. To the strength and soberness of the <DW64>
he adds the grace of form and intelligence of the whites, and of all
the human beings of St. Domingo he is the longest lived.... I have
already said they are well made and very intelligent; but they are as
much given to idleness and love of repose as the <DW64>.”

Hermann Burmeister, Professor of Zoölogy in the University of Halle, who
spent fourteen months, in 1850-51, in studying at Brazil the
“Comparative Anatomy and Physiology of the American <DW64>,” speaks thus
of the Brazilian mulatto: “The greatest number of the 
inhabitants of Brazil are of the <DW64> and European races, called
mulattoes. It may be asserted that the inferior classes of the free
population are composed of such. If ever there should be a republic,
such as exists in the United States of America, as it is the aim of a
numerous party in Brazil to establish, the whole class of artisans would
doubtless consist of a <DW52> population. * * * Already in every
village and town the mulattoes are in the ascendant, and the traveller
comes in contact with more of them than of whites.” There is nothing in
these extracts, or in the essay from which they are taken, to indicate
that the Brazilian mulatto is dying out. These are the observations of a
patient investigator and man of science, and they have the more value,
inasmuch as they were not set down to support any particular theory.
The Professor speaks elsewhere in high but qualified terms of the moral
and intellectual qualities of the mulatto, coming to conclusions similar
to those of Moreau de St. Mery, except that he does not accuse them of
indolence.

The author of “Remarks on Hayti and the Mulatto,” whose experience as a
merchant I have mentioned, further says:

“This race, if on the white side it derives its blood from either the
English or French stock, possesses within itself a combination of all
the mental and physical qualities necessary to form a civilized and
progressive population for the tropics, _and it is the only race yet
found of which this can be said_.”

“I have no desire to undervalue the blacks of Hayti. I have found many
shrewd, worthy, and intelligent men among them; and the country, it is
well known, has produced several black men of a high order of talent;
but these have been exceptional cases, like the King Philips, Hendricks,
Tecumsehs, and Red Jackets, of our North American Indians. As a race,
they do not get on. _The same may be said of every other original race._
The blacks form no exception to the well-known law, that culture and
advancement in man are the result of a combination of races.”


REMARKS.

I have no desire to retain, by the republishing of the above extracts,
the appellation of “Defender of the Mulattoes;” but have inserted them
here, that they may not be misunderstood. All I have to say is, that I
believe it would be actually more proper, numerically speaking, to call
at least the free persons of African descent in America, _colored_ or
mulattoes, rather than <DW64>s. Yet, how often do we hear respectable
men of all parties, talk of “<DW64> nationalities,” and regarding the two
races as “two negative poles mutually repelling each other,” leaving no
middle ground for the great mass of the <DW52> people or mulattoes,
whom, as some say, “God did not make.” Instead of such impiety, and in
place of sending one-half of the <DW52> people to establish black
nationalities in Africa, leaving the other half to be absorbed by the
whites, I think it is much more liberal to regard them as one people,
the political destiny of whom is unknown, or at best but begun to be
discerned. To divide the <DW52> people at this late day by any such
process, would seem to me _like splitting a child in twain_, in order to
give one half to its mother and the other to its father. _I go for a
 nationality_, that shall divide the continent with the whites,
and the two empires being known respectively as Anglo-American and
Anglo-African.

       *       *       *       *       *

In conclusion, I desire to return my thanks for the complimentary manner
in which the preceding communications have been received; and I would
fain hope they might be as favorably regarded now that they are
presented in this present form.

How proudly will the <DW52> race honor that day, when, abandoning a
policy which teaches them to cling to the skirts of the white people for
support, they shall set themselves zealously at work to create a
position of their own--an empire which shall challenge the admiration of
the world, rivalling the glory of their historic ancestors, whose
undying fame was chronicled by the everlasting pyramids at the dawn of
civilization upon mankind.

    “Hope of the world! _the rising race_
     May heaven with fostering love embrace;
     And, turning to a whiter page,
     Commence with them _a better age_;
     An age of light and joy, which we,
     Alas! in prospect only see.”


OPINIONS OF DISTINGUISHED STATESMEN AND PHILANTHROPISTS.

“My proposition is simply to provide for the peaceful emigration of all
those free <DW52> persons of African descent who may desire so to
emigrate to some place in Central or South America.... I believe the
time has ripened for the execution of the plan originated by Jefferson
in his day, agreed in by Madison and Monroe and all the earlier and
better statesmen of the Republic, both North and South.”--_Speech of
Senator Doolittle._

       *       *       *       *       *

“Instead, therefore, of being an expense to the nation, the foundation
of such a colony would be the grandest commercial enterprise of the
age....

“Are the young merchants of Boston and of America indifferent to an
enterprise which would give to our commerce, without a rival, such an
empire as that to which I have pointed?--an empire not to be won by
cruelty and conquest, but by peaceful and benignant means, and by
imparting to others the inestimable blessings of liberty which we enjoy,
and removing from our midst the only cause which threatens the
prosperity and stability of the Union....”--_Speech of Hon. F. P. Blair,
Boston._

       *       *       *       *       *

“It is my intention to use every effort to give practical effect to the
propositions submitted to Congress, and I believe that the <DW52>
people themselves can give very efficient aid in the matter. If they
will only let it be known that they approve, and are themselves willing
to act upon the proposition, it will give it a great impulse.”--_Hon. F.
P. Blair--Letter to J. D. Harris._

       *       *       *       *       *

“The only mode in which we can relieve our country, relieve the blacks
and whites, and provide separate homes for them, is by some scheme
_which will meet the approbation of both--one which the parties
themselves will execute_.”--_Hon. Preston King._

       *       *       *       *       *

“Among all feasible things, there is nothing that in my judgment would
so much promote a peaceful abolition of slavery as your son’s
plan.”--_Hon. Gerrit Smith to F. P. Blair, Sen._

       *       *       *       *       *

“The feeling of the free blacks in relation to African colonization is
no criterion by which to judge of the success of American intertropical
emigration.... I am confident that with proper inducements to be held
out before them in regard to security of liberty and property, and
prospects for well-doing, I could muster two hundred emigrant families
or about one thousand <DW52> persons annually for the next five years,
of the very best class for colonial settlement and industry, from
various parts of the United States and Canada, who would gladly embark
for homes in our American tropics.”--_Rev. J. T. Holly._

       *       *       *       *       *

To the above might be added the views and opinions of many of the most
eminent men in Ohio, Missouri, Illinois, Maryland, and other States,
among them the Hon. Mr. Bates, and Sam’l T. Glover, Esq., of St. Louis.
But none seem more appropriate to close this volume than the following
from the Rev. Dr. Duffield, of Detroit.

_Detroit, Feb. 18, 1860._

DEAR BRO. KENDALL:--

     Allow me to commend to your attention the object in which Mr.
     Harris has embarked. I think very favorably of it on various
     grounds, but regard it as especially indicative of God’s
     providential designs in relation to the introduction of the gospel
     into that portion of our American continent which has attracted
     our attention, and which led yourself with me to memorialize the
     General Assembly on the subject of commencing a system of missions
     in Mexico, Central and Southern America. I had intended writing to
     you on the subject with a view to the prosecution of the matter of
     our memorial next spring, when the Assembly meets at Pittsburg. I
     know not, nor can I learn, what has been done in pursuance of the
     action of the last General Assembly. The whole matter as reported I
     failed to understand, and have since had no light shed upon the
     subject. May not this movement prove an occasion, if not of
     connection to the mission, of bespeaking a deeper interest in
     behalf of our benighted populations of Central and Southern America
     than has yet been felt by and in our country....

                             Truly Yours,

GEO. DUFFIELD.

     REV. DR. KENDALL, of Pittsburg, Pa.


FOOTNOTES:

 [A] See Appendix.

 [B] When the island was discovered by Columbus, it received from him
 the name of Hispaniola--“Little Spain.” It was afterwards called Santo
 Domingo; but the original name given it by the natives, and revived by
 Dessalines, is said to be Hayti. The Haytien territory, however, is
 but about two-fifths of the island, the greater part being owned by
 the Dominicans.

 [C] Within fifteen days a disaffection has been discovered near the
 Haytien frontiers, supposed to be the work of Solouque. Solouque is an
 imitator of Napoleon I. Napoleon went to Elba--Solouque to the island
 of Jamaica.

 [D] Published by A. P. Norton, New York.

 [E] For a beautiful description of this affecting scene, see
 Whittier’s “Toussaint L’Ouverture.”

 [F] Rainsford.

 [G] Rainsford.

 [H] Anthony Trollope’s West Indies and Spanish Main. Harper and
 Brothers.


Typographical errors corrected by the etext transcriber:

peaceful and benignant mean;=> peaceful and benignant means; {pg 30}

undeveloped reresources=> undeveloped resources {pg 74}

FATE OF OGE AND CHAVINE=> FATE OF OGÉ AND CHAVINE {pg 84}

and and is as much beholden=> and is as much beholden {pg 130}

victims of iliterate abuse=> victims of illiterate abuse {pg 164}

where it is has once been=> where it has once been {pg 169}


















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