[Wolves of the Sea by Randall Parrish]@TWC D-Link bookWolves of the Sea CHAPTER I 6/19
That is where all the tobacco comes from; likely that will be our job--raising tobacco." "Have ever yer bin thar ?" "Ay, twice--and to a land beyond they call Maryland.
Tis a country not so unlike England." "Good luck that then; tell us about it, matie." I endeavored to do so, dwelling upon what I remembered of the settlements, and the habits of the people, but saying little of the great wilderness of the interior, or how I had seen slaves toiling in the fields.
The group of men within range of my voice leaned forward in breathless attention, one now and then asking a question, their chains rattling with each movement of a body.
The deep interest shown in their faces caused me unconsciously to elevate, my voice, and I had spoken but a moment or two before a hard hand gripped my shoulder. "Yer better stow that, my man," growled someone above me, and I looked up into the stern eyes of the captain of the guard "or it may be the 'cat' for ye.
Yer heard the orders." "Yes, sir; I was only answering questions." "Questions! What the hell difference does it make to this scum whar they go? Do yer talkin' aboard, not here.
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