"I like
Charleston, Tommy," said Manuel; "it looks like one of our old
English towns, and the houses have such pretty gardens, and the
people they say are all so rich and live so fine. Tommy, we'll have
a long walk and look all around it, so that we can tell the folks
when we get home. The ship, owes me eleven pounds, and I mean to
take some good things home for presents, to show what they have in
South Carolina."
"You better buy a young nigger, and take him home as a curiosity to
show among the Highlands. You can buy a young Sambo for any price,
just the same as you would a leg of mutton at the butcher's; put him
in a band-box, lug him across, and you'll make a fortune in the
North country. But I'd rather buy a young wife, for the young
niggers are more roguish than a lot o' snakes, and al'a's eat their
heads off afore they're big enough to toddle. They sell gals here
for niggers whiter than you are, Manuel; they sell 'em at auction,
and then they sell corn to feed 'em on. Carolina's a great region of
supersensual sensibility; they give you a wife of any color or
beauty, and don't charge you much for her, providing you're the
right stripe. What a funny thing it would be to show the Glasgow
folks a bright specimen of a bought wife from the renowned State of
South Carolina, with genuine aristocratic blood in her veins; yes, a
pure descendant of the Huguenots!" said the mate, who was leaning
over the rail where Manuel and Tommy were seated, smoking a segar
and viewing the beautiful scenery around the harbor.
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