THE WATERS OF THE CHESAPEAKE The brig, with all sails set, and favored by a strong wind, drew rapidly in toward the point of landing.

The great majority of the prisoners remained on deck, chained together and helpless, yet surrounded by armed guards, while the few who had already been purchased by passengers, humbly followed their new masters ashore the moment the gang-plank touched the soil of Virginia.

There were five of us altogether thus favored, but I was the only one owing allegiance to Roger Fairfax.

The rude landing wharf along which we lay was already densely crowded with men, their appearance and dress largely proclaiming them to be planters from the interior, either gathered to inspect the consignment of prisoners, or eager to purchase at low prices the stores hidden away in the vessel's hold.

Some among the concourse, however, were undoubtedly present to welcome friends and relatives among the passengers.