L.'s plantation.

It was just a place to my boyish taste.

There were fish to be caught in the creek, if one only had a hook and line; and crabs, clams and oysters were to be caught by wading, digging and raking for them.

Here was a field for industry and enterprise, strongly inviting; and the reader may be assured that I entered upon it with spirit.
Even the much dreaded old master, whose merciless fiat had brought me from Tuckahoe, gradually, to my mind, parted with his terrors.

Strange enough, his reverence seemed to take no particular notice of me, nor of my coming.