Wayward, wanton, reckless, dissipated you may have been, but you were never depraved--never! When you are free, lift up your shoulders to all the threats of time, then go straight to the old firm where the money is, draw it, take ship, and come here.

If you let me know you are coming, I will be there to meet you when you step ashore, to give you a firm hand- clasp; to tell you that in this land there is a good place for you, if you will win it.
Here there is little crime, though the perils of life are many.
There is Indian fighting; there are Indian depredations; and not a dozen miles from where I sit men have been shot for crimes committed.

The woods are full of fighters, and pirates harry the coast.

On the wall of the room where I write there are carbines that have done service in Indian wars and in the Revolutionary War; and here out of the window I can see hundreds of black heads-slaves, brought from Africa and the Indies, slaves whose devotion to my uncle is very great.

I hear them singing now; over the white-tipped cotton-fields there flows the sound of it.
This plantation has none of the vices that belong to slavery.