But before he was removed from office (because of these and other indiscretions) he had founded Our Village,--so may his soul rest in peace! Not that he intended to do posterity a favour.

He never wanted to help anyone but himself.

But, in the first year of his disastrous governorship, he got the itch of tobacco speculation.

He knew there was money in it.
He, too, looked over the Indian village above the river, and he, too, found it good.

He made it the Company's Farm Number 3, but he did not work it for the company.