I hear the songs they sing, faint echoes of them, even as I write.

Yes, my black folk do sing, because they are well treated.
Not that we haven't our troubles here.

You can't administer thousands of acres, control hundreds of slaves, and run an estate like a piece of clockwork without creaks in the machinery.

I've built it all up out of next to nothing.

I landed in this country with my little fortune of two thousand pounds.