He had heaps o' slaves, an' owned a black brigantine, that he sailed in on secret voyages, an', when he come back, the decks an' the gunnels was often bloody, but nobody knew why or wherefore.

He was a big man with black hair an' very violent.

He could never have kept no help, if he hadn't owned 'em, but he was so rich, that people respected him, in spite of all his crimes.

My grandmother was a native o' the Isle o' Wight.

She was a frail an' tender woman, with yeller hair, and deep blue eyes, an' gentle, an' soft, an' good to the poor.