Already it was thick with slaves at work planting tobacco seedlings. He looked singularly out of place dressed in a fine silk shirt, coat, and white hose, a lavish plumed hat set on his head at a cocky tilt. Monsieur Dulcet, a Frenchman of exceptionally fine breeding, was not ...
Sam, whose job it was to bend the sails to the yardarms, called out in a mocking voice, “Laddies, laddies! Git on yer ’ands and knees and make a cushion fer me wee lassie so’s she kin walk acrosst the deck on yer backs. And if’n yer backs ain’t soft enough fer ’...
Hathaway,” Tom Pitts said. “You kin go on down t' the house. Jist follow the cobblestone path.” “I know the way!” Hathaway snapped. Tom Pitts and Henry Taylor stood guard at the front gate in the wall around the Winslow compound. Each man held a musket, loaded, tamped, and ready to shoot. And j...
"Whatever are you going on about?" she asked as she nervously smoothed the folds of her scarlet silk sari. Though the wife of the great landowner seldom left her house or veranda, her sumptuous garments, each with a dazzling border of gold threads, bore witness to her husban...
They all lived side by side in whichever huts the overseer assigned to them, and they all worked together in the fields. But that didn't mean all Untouchables were the same. Carpenters looked down on barbers, who looked down on washer folk, who looked down on basket makers, who looked down on fis...