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THE
HUMOUROUS ADVENTURES
Jump Jim Crow.
GLASGOW:
PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS.
27
�ADVENTURES OF JIM CROW
JIM C R O W ' S F I R S T A P P E A R A N C E IN T H E
GALLERY.
Here's de leaping Nigger,
Berry well you know
Him handsome face and figure,
Jumping Jim Crow.
Turn about and wheel about
And do jis so ;
Walk into the gallery
And jump Jim Crow.
If you down upon your luck,
Neber care a pin,
Noting cures de devils blue
Like a hearty grin.
Comicalities you've had,
T o keep de game alive,
Four good Numbers,/and Jim Crow
Now offers No. 5*
Turn about and wheel about,
And do jis so ;
If you do not split your sides
I'm not Jim Crow !
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Of soldier, lawyer, parson,
W e have seen de pliizzes,
Barber, tailor, cobbler, and
Many real quizzes—
Now hab got a fresh lot,
As you soon may know,
And one that won't be soon forgot,
Dat's Jim Crow
Turn about and wheel about,
And do jis so ;
Freely put your threepence down,
And jump Jim Crow I
Corporate Nobs hi plenty,
All great men, no doubt,
Berry partial to Champagne,
Love a good tuck-out!
Of Alderman and Sheriff
We'll treat you wid a sketch,
And of de ugly customer
Dev call Jack Ketch.
Wheel about and turn about,
And clo jis so :
Neber want his sarvice
To finish Jim Crow.
Boys you'll find in plenty,
Nigger no tell lies,
Laugh to see de precious lot,
Ebery sort and size—
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�Boys who diive cabs patent
Furious troo de street,
Boy dat take out physic,
And boy dat carry meat.
Turn about and wheel about,
Anddojisso;
Trow physic to de dogs, say I,
And jump Jim Crow.
Hungry boy of charity,
Skinny as a rat,
Moder's pretty darling boy,
Berry plump and fat—
Lazy little schoolboy,
Boy dat sings out 4 pot,'
Wid many other rum boys,
Nigger hab forgot.
Turn about, wheel about,
And do jis so ;
Come and have a dish of for?,
And jump Jim Crow.
Here you'll find how coaches
Travell'd long ago,
Neber 110 capsizing,
Berry sure, but slow ;
Den see how much quicker
Modern stages run,
Berry fast, but not so safe,
Break de neck like fun.
Turn about and wheel about, &c.
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B y and by dose coach
Go widout a team,
Engineer for Jarvey,
Rattle on by steam ;
Crack goes de boiler,
Shocking ting, you know,
Better pad de hoof wid me,
And jump Jim Crow.
Turn about and wheel about,
And do jis so ;
Berry bad when boiler crack,
And smash Jim Crow.
JIM CROW'S PERSONAL
HISTORY.
I come from ole Kentucky, a long time ago,
When I first larnt to wheel about, and jump Jim
Crow,
I us'd to take him fiddle, eb'ry morn and arternoon,
And charm de ole buzzard, and dance to de racoon.
Yeel about and turn about,
And do jis s o ;
Eb'ry time I veel about,
I jump Jim Crow.
At hoeing of de sugar, or picking cotton, all de same,
I us'd to beat de oder niggers, and give dem twenty
in de game;
�At last I went to seek my fortune, got up by break of
day,
Left my old shoes behind me, and off I ran away.
Veel about, &c.
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I came to a riber, which I couldn't get across,
So gib a couple of shillings for an old -blind horse :
When I got up de oder side, I drove him up a hill,
Oh, but de oder side look'd rather daffakil.
Den I jump aboard on big ship, and cum across de
sea,
And landed on ole England, where de nigger am
free,
Veel about, &c.
JIM C R O W ' S VISIT T O
CHURCH.
In New York I went to a nigger meeting,
It was on a Sunday night,
T o see old broder Clem,
Dat dey say can read and w rite.
Turn about and veel about,
And do jis so ;
Ebery time I turn about,
I jump Jim Crow.
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Vhen I got to de meeting-house,
Dey say you better go,
�'Kase you come to raise the debil here,
And jump Jim Crow.
Veel about, &c.
So I crept through de window
And sat myself a-down,
Broder Clem gub out de text,
Den dey hand dey plate around.
Veel about, &c.
In de ninety-leventh chapter
Of de new Almanack,
Dare it tell you all about
De white man and black.
Veel about, &c.
He say dat Cain was de fuss man,
Julycome Csesar was de toder—
Dey put Adam on de treden mill,
'Kase he kill him broder.
Veel about, &c.
And den dat Mr. Sampson
Was de man dat build de ark,
Mr. Jonas was de fisherman
W h o swallow up de shark.
Veel about, &c.
De rain pour down forty days,
By de sailors' counting,
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And landed Sampson and de ark
Upon de Alleghany mounting.
V£el about, &c.
J I M C R O W ' S D E S C R I P T I O N OP
HAMLET.
I sabe up all de pennies,
And wid a sixpence tocler day,
I went to Surry Teatre,
T o see de Hamlet play;
Dey put me in de gallery,
In a corner by myself,
I look'd like a monkey dere,
Grinning on a shelf.
Veel about, &c.
Dey puli d up de curtin,
And de first ting I see,
Out came Massa Hamlet
Wid his 4 Be, or not to be.'
Den Hamlet grab him uncle,
And choke him by de troat,
And shake him like de debil,
De last button off him coat.
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Better pad de hoof wid me,
And jump Jim Crow.
Turn about and wheel about,
And do jis so ;
Berry bad when boiler crack,
And smash Jim Crow.
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I come from ole Kentucky, a long time ago,
When I first larnt to wheel about, and jump Jim
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Veel about and turn about,
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Left my old shoes behind me, and off I ran away.
Veel about, &c.
I came to a riber, which I couldn't get across,
So gib a*couple of shillings for an old .blind horse :
When I got up de oder side, I drove him up a hill,
Oh, but de oder side look'd rather daffakil.
Den I jump aboard on big ship, and cum across de
sea,
And landed on ole England, where de nigger am
free.
Veel about, &c.
JIM CROW'S VISIT TO
CHURCH.
In N e w York I went to a nigger meeting,
It was on a Sunday night,
T o see old broder Clem,
Dat dey say can read and write.
Turn about and veel about,
And do jis so ;
Ebery time I turn about,
I jump Jim Crow.
Vhen I got to de meeting-house,
Dey say you better go,
Of soldier, lawyer, parson,
W e have seen de phizzes,
Barber, tailor, cobbler, and
Many real quizzes—
N o w hab got a fresh lot,
As you soon may know,
And one that won't be soon forgot,
Dat's Jim Crow
Turn about and wheel about,
And do jis so ;
Freely put your threepence down,
And jump Jim Crow !
Corporate Nobs in plenty,
All great men, no doubt,
Berry partial to Champagne,
Love a good tuck-out!
O f Alderman and Sheriff
We'll treat you wid a sketch,
And of de ugly customer
Dev call Jack Ketch.
Wheel about and turn about,
And do jis so :
Neber want his sarvice
T o finish Jim Crow.
Boys you'll find in plenty,
Nigger no tell lies,
Laugh to see de precious lot,
Ebery sort and size—
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The Humourous Adventure of Jump Jim Crow
Subject
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Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow
Black Race
Slavery
Wit and Humor
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27 at bottom of title-page
Woodcut #03: Illustration on title-page of a dancing sailor wearing a hat, scarf, and open jacket
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English
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<span>"</span>Jump Jim Crow" or "Jim Crow<span>" is a song and dance from 1828 that was done in </span>blackface<span> by white minstrel performer </span><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_D._Rice" title="Thomas D. Rice">Thomas Dartmouth (T. D.) "Daddy" Rice</a><span>. The song is speculated to have been taken from </span><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jim_Crow_(character)" title="Jim Crow (character)">Jim Crow</a><span> (sometimes called Jim Cuff or Uncle Joe), a physically disabled </span>enslaved African<span>, who is variously claimed to have lived in St. Louis, Cincinnati, or Pittsburgh.</span><span> The song became a 19th-century hit and Rice performed all over the </span>United States<span> as "Daddy Pops Jim Crow"."--Wikipedia</span>
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1840-1850 ? per National Library of Scotland
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8 pages
16 cm
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Scottish Chapbook Catalogue, Glasgow: NLS (2 copies), Glasgow
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Part of unbound collection (s0564b74)
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In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph ca.519-824-4120, Ext 53413
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Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers
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Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario
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ballads & songs
Bib Context: title-page
Chapbook Date: 1841-1850
Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs
Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers
Fashion (Clothing): jacket
Fashion (Clothing): pants
Fashion (Clothing): sailor uniform
Fashion (Clothing): scarves
Fashion (Clothing): top hat
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Fashion (Clothing): working class
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Occupation : sailor
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JEMMY
OP
AND
NANCY
Y A R M O U T H ;
OR THE
CONSTANT
LOVERS-
A
TRAGICAL
BALLAD.
GLASGOW:
? PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS.
3
�JEMMY AND NANCY OF YARMOUTH.
Lovers, I pray, lend an ear to my story,
Take an example by this constant pair;
How love a young woman did blast in her glory—
Beautiful Nancy of Yarmouth, we hear.
She was a merchant s only daugnter,
Heir unto fifteen hundred a year ;
A young man who courted her call'd her his jewel,
The son of a gentleman who lived near.
Many long years the fair maid he admir'd,
When they were infants in love they agreed:
And when at age this young couple arriv'd,
Cupid an arrow between them display'd.
Their tender hearts were linked together—
But when her parents the same they did hear,
They to their charming young beautiful daughter
Acted a part that was hard and severe.
Daughter they said give o'er your proceeding;
If that against our consent you do wed,
For evermore we resolve to disown you,
If you wed with one that is so mean bred.
Her mother said, You have a great fortune,
Besides you are beautiful, charming, and young,
You are a match, dear child, that is fitting
For any lord that is in Christendom.
Then did reply the young beautiful virgin,
Riches and honour I both do defy,
If that I am denied of my dearest lover,
Then farewell world! which is all vanity.
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Then said her father, 'Tis m j resolution,
Although I have no more daughters but thee,
Jf that with him you resolve for to marry,
Banish'd for ever from me thou shalt be.
Well, cruel father, but this I desire,
Grant me that Jemmy once more I may see,
Though you do us part, I still will be loyal.
For none in the world I admire but he.
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For the young man he sent in a passion,
Saying, For ever, sir, now take your leave ;
I have a match more fit for my daughter,
Therefore it is but a folly to grieve.
Honoured father, then said the young lady,
Promis'd we are by the powers above ;
Why of all comforts will you bereave me,
Our love is fix'd never to be remov'd.
Then said her father, A trip to the ocean,
You first shall go in a ship of my own,
And I'll consent you shall have my daughter,
When to Yarmouth again you return.
Honoured sir, then said the two lovers,
Since 'tis your will we are bound to obey,
Our constant hearts can never be parted,
But our eager desires no longer can stay.
Then said kind Nancy, Behold, dearest Jemmy,
Here take this ring, the pledge of our vows,
And with it my heart, keep it safe in your bosom,
Carry it with you wherever you go.
Then in his arms he close did enfold her,
While crystal tears like a fountain did flow ;
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Crying, My heart in return I do give you,
And you shall be present wherever I go.
When on the ocean, my dear, I am sailing,
The thoughts of my jewel the compass shall steer
These tedious long days time soon will devour,
And bring me home again safe to my dear.
Therefore be constant, my dear lovely jewel,
For by the Heavens ! if you are untrue,
My troubled ghost shall torment you for ey.qj, Dead or alive I will have none but you.
Her lovely arms round his neck then she twined,
And saying, My dear when you are on the seas.
If the fates unto us should prove cruel,
That we each other no more ever see ;
No man alive shall ever enjoy me—
Soon as the tidings of death reach my ear,
Then like a poor unfortunate lover,
Down to the grave I will go with my dear.
Then with a sorrowful sigh lie departed,
The wind next morning blew a pleasant gale ;
All things being ready, the fam'd Mary Gailey
Then for Barbadoes she straightway set sail.
Jemmy was floating upon the wide ocean,
And her cruel parents were plotting the while,
How that the heart of their beautiful daughter,
With cursed gold should strive tp beguile.
Many a lord of fame, birth, and breeding,
Came to court this young beautiful maid ;
But their rich presents and proffers she slighted,
Constant I'll be to my jewel, she said.
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Young Jemmy was comely in every feature,
A Barbadoes Lady whose fortune was great,
So fix'd her eyes that she cried, If I have not
This brave English sailor I die for his sake.
She dressed herself in gallant attire,
With costly diamonds she plaited her hair,
And a hundred slaves well dressed to attend her,
She sent for this young man to come to her.
Come nobis sailor, she cried, can you fancy
A lady whose riches are very great
hundred slaves you shall have to attend you;
And music to charm you in your silent sleep.
.In robes of gold, my dear, I will deck you,
Pearls and rich jewels I'll lay at your feet,
In a chariot of gold you shall ride for your pleasure,
If you can fancy me answer me straight.
Amazed with wonder a while he stood gazing,
Forbear noble lady, at length, he replied,
In flourishing England I've vow'd to a lady,
At my return for to make her my bride.
She is a charming young beautiful creaturp,
She has my heart and I can love no more;
I bear in my eye her sweet lovely feature,
No other creature in earth I'll adore.
Hearing of this, she did rave in distraction,
Crying, Unfortunate niaid thus to love,
One that does basely slight all my glory,
And of my person he will not- approve.
Lords of renown I their favours have slighted,
Now I must dje.for a sailor so bold:
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I must not blame him because he is constant,
True love I know is far better than gold.
A costly jewel she instantly gave him,
Then in her trembling hand took a knife,
One fatal stroke before they could save her,
Quickly did put an end to her life.
Great lamentation was made for this lady—
Jemmy on board the ship he did steer ;
And then to England he homeward came sailing
With a longing desire to meet with his dear.
But when her father found he was returning,
A letter he wrote to the boatswain his friend,
Saying a handsome reward 1 will give you,
If you the life of young Jemmy will end.
Void of all grace and for sake of the money,
The cruel boatswain the same did complete,
As they on the deck were lovingly walking,
He suddenly tumbled him into the deep.
In dead of the night when all were asleep,
His troubled ghost to his love did appear,
Crying, Arise you beautiful Nancy,
Perform the vow you made to your dear.
She cried, Who is there under my window ?
Surely it is the voice of my dear :
Lifting her head off her downy pillow,
Straight to the casement she then did repair.
By light of the moon which brightly was shining,
She espied her lover who to her did say,
Your parents are sleeping, before they awaken,
Stir my dear creature and straight come away.
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Jemmy, she cried, if my father should hear thee,
We sliall be ruin'd, pray therefore repair,
At the sea-side I will instantly meet you,
With my two maids I will come to thee there.
Her night-gown embroider'd with gold and silver,
Carelessly round her body she throws,
With the two maidens v/ho did attend her,
To meet her true love she instantly goes.
Close in his arms the spirit did enfold her,
Jemmy, she said, you are colder than clay ;
Sure you can never be the man I admire,
Paler than death you appear unto me.
Yes, fair creature, I am your true lover,
Dead or alive you know you are mine :
I come for my vow, my dear, you must follow
My body now to a cold watery tomb.
I for your sake refus'd gold and silver,
Beauty and riches for you I despis'd,
A charming young lady for me did expire,
For, thinking of you, I was deaf to her cries.
Your cruel parents iiave been my undoing,
And I do sleep in a watery tomb,
Now for your promise, my dear, I am sueing,
Dead or alive, love, you are my own.
The trembling lady was sorely affrighted.
Amazed she stood near the brink of the sea,
With eyes lift to heaven she cried, Cruel parents,
Heaven requite you for your cruelty.
Indeed I promis'd, my dearest creature,
Dead or alive I would be his own ;
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Now to perform my solemn Y W I am ready,
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And to follow him to his watery tomb.
The maids they heai'd the sad lamentation,
But the apparition indeed could not see;
Thinking the lady was fallen into distraction,
They strove to persuade her contented to be.
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But still she cried, My dear I am coming,
And in thy bosom I'll sooii fall asleep ;
When she had spoke, this unfortunate lady
Suddenly plung'd herself into the deep.
But when to her father the maids told the,matter,
He wrung his hands, crying, What have I done,?
O h ! dearest child it was thy cruel father
That did provide thee a watery tomb
Two or three days then being expir'd,
These two unfortunate lovers were seen,
In each other's arni^^hey together were floating,
By the side of a ship on the watery main.
The cruel boatswain was stricken with horror,
Straight did confess the sad deed he had done-—
Shewing the letter that came from her father,
Which was the cause of.these true lovers' doom.
On board the ship he was tried for the murder,
A t the yard's arm Was hang'd for the same,
Her father he soon broke his heart for his daughter^
Before the ship into the harbour then came.
The cursed gold has caused destruction,
W h y should the rich covet after gain ?
I hope this story it will be a warning;;
That cruel parents may ne'er do the same.
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Jemmy and Nancy of Yarmouth; or the constant lovers, a tragical ballad
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1840-1850 per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks
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English
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The subject of this ballad is parental opposition to the lovers, Jemmy and Nancy. Returning to England from a forced voyage to Barbados, Jemmy is pushed overboard by a fellow crewman on instructions from Nancy’s father. His ghost appears to Nancy, who throws herself into the sea; the boatswain is hanged and the father dies of a broken heart. Despite his death of a broken heart, the father neither repents of his action nor recognizes his actions as sinful.
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The constant lovers, a tragical ballad
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In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph libaspc@uoguelph.ca 519-824-4120 Ext 53413
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Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers
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Courtship and Marriage
Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow
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Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario
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ballads & songs
Bib Context: title-page
Chapbook Date: 1831-1840
Chapbook Date: 1841-1850
Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers
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H A R R Y BLUFF,
L O O I E
O '
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W I T H I N A. MILE OF EDINBURGH TOWN.
O H ! NO, AVE N E V E R MENTION HER.
OH, SAY NOT WOMAM'S LOVE IS BOUGHT,
DEAREST MAID, MY H E A R T IS THINE.
MEET ME IN THE MOONLIGHT.
TELL ME W H Y MEN W I L L DECEIVE US.
GLASGOW:
PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS.
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When a boy, Harry Bluff left his friends and his
home,
And his dear native land, on the ocean to roam ;
Like a sapling he sprung, he was fair to the view,
And was true British oak, boys, when older he grew,
Though his body was weak, and his hands they were
soft,
When the signal was heard, he the first went aloft;
And the veterans all cried, he'll one day lead the van,
For though rated a boy, he'd the soul of a man,
And the heart of a true British sailor.
When in manhood promoted, and burning for fame,
Still in peace and in war Harry Bluff was the same ;
So true to his love, and in battle so brave,
The myrtle and laurel entwine o'er his grave.
For his country he fell, when by victory crown'd,
The flag shot away, fell in tatters around ;
The foe thought he'd struck-—but he sung, avast!
And the colours of England he nail'd to the mast,
Then he died like a true British saiktf.
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LOGIE 0 ' BUCHAN.
0 Logie o' Buchan, 0 L-ogie the laird,
Thej hae taen awa Jamie that delv'd in the yard,
Wha play'd on the pipe wi' the viol sae sma',
They hae taen awa Jamie, the flower o' them a'.
•
CHORUS.
He said, think na lang lassie, though I gang awa,
He said, think na lang lassie, though I gang awa ;
For the simmer is coming, cauld winter's awa,
And I'll come and see thee in spite o' them a'.
0 Sandy has owsen, and siller, and kye,
A house and a hadden, and a' things forbye ;
But I wad hae Jamie wi' his staff in his hand,
Before I'd hae Sandv wi' houses and lands.
He said, think na lang, &c.
My daddie looks sulky, my minnie looks spur,
They frown upon Jamie because he is poor ;
But daddie and minnie, although that they be,
There's nane o' them like my Jamie to me
1 sit on my creepie, and spin at my wheel,
And think on the laddie that loed me sae weel;
He had but ae sixpence, he brake it in twa,
And he gied me the hauf o't when he gaed awa.
Then haste ye baqk, Jamie, and bide na awa,
Then haste ye back, Jamie, and bide na awa ;
The simmer is coming, cauld winter's awa,
And ye'11 come and see me, in spite o' them a'.
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TELL ME W H Y MEN W I L L DECEIVE US.
Come tell me, says Julia, and tell me sincerely,
Why men are so prone to deceive us ;
0, cruel to make us believe they love dearly,
And then can perfidiously leave us.
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Fair censor, I answered, though such there may be,
Yet judge not all so unkindly ;
The heart that beats loyal, as mine does to thee,
Can never turn rebel so blindly.
I grant so, she answered, and yield to it fairly,
Some few may be free from the treason,
But then to our sorrow, we find it so rarely,
To doubt and mistrust ye, we've reason.
Not quite so, I told her, the love that is sincere
Can but with existence be parted,
Like the fond turtle-dove, 'twill be true to its dear,
And never, no, never false-hearted.
She smil'd, and yet blush'd like a rose in full bearing,
And seem'd from her doubts to awaken ;
Then own'd, freely own'd, like an angel declaring,
She might, to be sure, be mistaken.
0 yes, and so sweetly her eyes made it known,
Not a glance but a god might set store by,
And fate from that moment enchain'd me ere now,
And her lip was the altar I swore by.
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'TWAS WITHIN A MILE OF EDINBURGH
TOWN.
'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town.
In the rosy time of the year,
Sweet flowers bloom'd, and the grass was down,
And each shepherd woo'd his dear.
Bonnie Jockie, blithe and gay,
Kiss'd sweet Jenny making hay ;
The lassie blush'd, and frowning cried,
Na, na, it winna do ;
I canna, canna, winna, winna, maunna buckle to
Jcfckie was a wag who never would wed,
Though lang he had followed the lass;
Contented she earn'd and ate her brown bread,
And merrily turn'd up the grass.
Bonnie Jockie, blithe and free,
Won her heart right merrily ;
Yet still she blush'd, and frowning cried,
Na, na, it winna do,
I canna, canna, winna, winna, maunna buckle to.
But when he vow'd he would make her his bride,
Though his flocks and his herds were not few,
She gied him her hand, and a kiss beside,
And yow'd she'd for ever be true.
Bonnie Jockie, blithe and free,
Won her heart right merrily ;
At kirk she nae mair frowning cried,
Na, na, it winna do;
I canna, canna, winna, winna, maunna buckle to.
�OH NO, WE NEVER MENTION .HER.
Oh no, we never mention her,
Her name is never heard,
My lips are now forbid to speak
That once familiar word.
From sport to sport they liurry me,
To banish my regret;
And when they win a smile from me,
They think that I forget.
They bid me seek in change of scene,
The charms that others see,
But were I in a foreign land,
They'd find no change in me.
'Tis true that I behold no more
The valley where we met,
I do not see the hawthorn tree,
But how can I forget ?
For oh! there are so many things
Recal the past to me ;
The breeze upon the sunny hills,
The billows of the sea ;
The rosy tint that decks the sky,
Before the sun is set;
Aye, every leaf I look upon
Forbids me to forget.
They tell me she is happy now,
The gayest of the gay ;
They hint that she forgets me now,
But heed not what they saj.
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Like me, perhaps, she struggles
With each feeling of regret;
But if she loves as I have loved,
She never can forget.
OH, SAY NOT WOMAN'S LOVE IS BOUGHT
-Oh say not woman's love is bought
With vain and empty treasure ;
Oh say not woman's heart is caught
By every idle pleasure.
When first her gentle bosom knows
Love's flame, it wanders never ;
Deep in her heart the passion glows,
She loves, and loves for ever.
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Oh say not woman's false as fair,,
That like the bee she ranges,
Still seeking flowers more sweet arid rare,
As fickle fancy changes, .p.v
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Ah no! the love that first can warm,
Will leave her bosom never ;
No second passion e'er can charm.
She loves, and loves for ever.
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DEAREST MAID, MY HEART IS THINE.
Dearest maid, my heart is thine,
For ever fond and true ;
Dearest youth, believe that mine
As truly beats for you.
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Then, bound in Hymen's rosy chain,
Our hearts shall constant prove,
For joys serene, and free from pain,
Will ever crown our love.
-T,)P PI
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MEET ME IN THE MOONLIGHT.
Meet me in the moonlight,
Meet me in the dell;
If the stars behold us,
Will they ever tell ?
Tho' the moon be bright, love,
Never heed the skies ;
Need we gaze at heaven ?
Are there not your eyes ?
Let the gentle breezes
Whisper as they fly,
Until they cannot echo
All that me may sigh.
Who shall ever listen
Who shall ever tell
We were in the moonlight,
Kissing in the dell ?
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Harry Bluff. Logie o' Buchan. Within a mile of Edinburgh town. Oh! No, we never mention her. Oh, say not womam's [sic] love is bought. Dearest maid, my heart is thine. Meet me in the moonlight. Tell me why men will deceive us.
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1840-1850 per National Library of Scotland
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English
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'37' is printed at the foot of the title page
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Glasgow, Scotland
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Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada
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Logie O' Buchan
Tell me why men will deceive us
"Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town
Oh no, we never mentioned her
Oh, say not womam's [sic] love is bought
Dearest maid, my hearts is thine
Meet me in the moonlight
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8 pages
16 cm
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In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph libaspc@uoguelph.ca 519-824-4120 Ext 53413
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Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers
Type
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ballads & songs
Subject
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Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow
Description
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Woodcut #03: Woodcut on title-page of a dancing sailor wearing a hat, scarf, and open jacket.
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Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario
Bib Context: title-page
Chapbook Date: 1841-1850
Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs
Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers
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Fashion (Clothing): pants
Fashion (Clothing): sailor uniform
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THE LIFE
AND
ASTONISHING ADVENTURES
OP
PETER
WILLIAMSON,
WHO WAS
CARRIED OFF WHEN A CHILD FROM ABERDEEN
AND
SOLD FOR A SLAVE.
PRINTED
G L A S G O W :
FOR THE BOOKSELLERS.
83.
��T H E
LIFE
AND
A D V E N T U R E S
OF
PETER
WILLIAMSON.
I W A S born in the parish of A b o y n e ,
Aberdeen
Shire, of respectable parents, who sent me very
early to live with an aunt at A b e r d e e n ;
when,
under the years of pupillarity, one playing on
the quay with others of my
companions—being
of a stout robust constitution—I was taken notice
of by two fellows belonging to a vessel in the
harbour, employed, in the trade called kidnapping
; that is stealing young children from their
parents, and selling them as slaves in plantations
abroad.
Being market out by those monsters of
impiety as their prey, I was cajoled on board the
ship by them, where I was no sooner got, than
they conducted me between the decks to some
others they had kidnapped in the same manner.
At that time, I had no sense of the fate that was
destined for me, and spent the time in childish
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amusements with my fellow-sufferers in the steerage,
being never suffered to g o upon deck whilst
the vessel lay in the harbour.
In about a month's time the ship set sail for
America.
I cannot forget that, when we arrived
on the coast we were destined for, a hard gale of
wind sprung up from the S. E. and, to the
captain's
great surprise (he not thinking he was near
land, although having been 11 weeks on the
passage),
about twelve o'clock at night, the ship
struck on a sand bank off Cape M a y , near the
Capes of Delaware, and, to the great terror and
affright of the ship's company, in a 'short time
was almost full of water.
T h e boat was then
hoisted out, into which the captain and his fellow
villians, the crew, got with some difficulty,
leaving me and my deluded companions to perish,
as they then naturally concluded inevitable death
to be our fate.
Often, in my
distresses
and
miseries since, have I wished that such had been
the consequence, when in a state of innocence !
But Providence thought proper to reserve me
for future trials of its goodness.
Thus abandoned
anddeserted, without the least prospect of relief,
but threatened every moment with death, did
these villians leave us.
T h e cries, the shrieks
and tears of a parcel of infants, had no effect on,
or caused the least remorse in the breasts of these
merciless wretches.
Scarce can I say to which
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to give the preference, whether to such as these,
who have had the opportunity of knowing the
Christian religion ; or to the savages herein after
described, who profane not the gospel, or boast
of humanity ; and if they act in a more brutal and
butcherly manner, yet it is to their enemies, for
the sake of plunder and the rewards offered them
for their principles are alike — the love of sordid
gain being both their motives.
T h e ship being
on a sand bank, which did not give way to let
her deeper, we lay in the same deplorable condition
until morning, when, though we saw the
land of Cape M a y , at about a mile's distance, we
knew not what would be our fate.
T h e wind at length abated, and the captain,
unwilling to lose all her cargo, about ten o'clock,
sent some of his crew in a boat to the ship's side
to bring us on shore, where we lay in a sort of a
camp, made of the sails of the vessel, and such
other things as we could get.
T h e provisions
lasted us until we were taken in by a vessel bound
to Philadelphia, lying on this island, as well as
I can recollect, near three weeks.
V e r y little
of the cargo was saved undamaged, and the vessel
was entirely lost.
When arrived and landed at Philadelphia, the
capital of Pennsylvania, the captain had people
enough who came to buy us.
about £ 1 6 per
head.
H e , sold us at
What became of my
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unhappy companions, I never k n e w ; it was my lot
to be sold to one of m y countrymen, whose name
was H u g h Wilson, a North Britain, who had in
his youth undergone the same fate as myself—
having been kidnapped from St. Johnstown, in
Scotland.
Happy was my lot in falling into my countryman's
power, as he was, contrary to many others
of his calling, a humane, worthy, honest man.
Having no children of his own, and commiserating
my unhappy condition, he took great care
of me until I was fit for business, and, about the
12th year of my age, set me about little trifles;
in which state I continued until my 14th year,
when I was more fit for harder work.
During
such my idle state, seeing my fellow-servants
often reading and writing, it incited in me an
inclination to learn, which I intimated to my
master,
telling him I should be very willing to serve
a year longer than the contract by which I was
sold, if he would indulge me in going to s c h o o l ;
this he readily agreed to, saying that winter would
be the
best time.
It being then summer, I
waited with impatience for the other season ; but,
to make some progress in my design, I got a
Primer, and learned as much from my fellowservants as I could.
At
school, where I went
every winter for five years,
I made a tolerable
proficiency, and have ever since been improving
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myself at leisure
hours.
With this good master
I continued till I was seventeen years old, when
he died ; and, as a reward for my faithful service,
he left me £ 2 0 0 currency, which was then about
£ 1 5 0 sterling, his best horse, saddle, and all his
wearing apparel.
Being now my own master, having money in
my pocket, and all other necessaries, I employed
myself in j o b b i n g about the country, working for
any one that would employ me, for near seven
years, when, thinking I had money sufficient to
follow some better way of life, I resolved to
settle,
but thought one step necessary thereto was
to be married; for which purpose I applied to
the daughter of a substantial planter, and found
my suit was not unacceptable to her or her father,
so that matters were soon concluded upon, and
we married.
M y father-in-law, in order to
establish us in the world in an easy, if not affluent
manner, made me a deed of gift of a tract of land,
that lay, unhappily for me, as it has since proved,
on the frontiers of the province of Pennsylvania,
near the forks of Delaware, in Berks
County,
containing about 200 acres ; 30 of which were
well cleared, and fit for immediate use, whereon
was a good house and barn.
T h e place pleasing
me well, I settled on it, though it cost me the
major part of my money in buyingstock,household
furniture, and implements for out-door w o r k ;
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and happy as I was in a good wife, yet did my
felicity last me not l o n g ; for about the year 1754,
the Indians in the French Interest, who had for
a long time before ravaged and destroyed other
parts of America unmolested, I may very properly
say, began to be very troublesome on the
frontiers of our province, where they generally
appeared in small skulking parties, with yellings,
shoutings, and antic postures, instead of trumpets
and drums, committing great devastations.
The
Pennsylvanians little imagined at first that the
Indians, guilty of such outrages and violence,
were some of those who pretended to be in the
English interest; which, alas! proved to be too
true to many of us ; for, like the French in
Europe, without regard to faith or treaties, they
suddenly break out into furious, rapid outrages,
and devastations, but soon retire precipitately
having no stores nor provisions but what they
meet with in their incursions.
Some indeed
carry a bag with biscuit or Indian corn therein,
but not unless they have a long march to their
destined place of action.
And those French who
were sent to dispossess us in that part of the
world, being indefatigable in their duty, and
continually
contriving and using all manner of ways
and means to win the Indians to their interest,
many of whom had been too negligent, and
sometimes,
I may say, cruelly treated by those who
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pretend to be their protectors and friends, found
it no very difficult matter to get over to their
interest many who belonged to those nations in
amity with, us, especially as the rewards they
gave them were so great, they paying for every
scalp of an English person £ 1 5 sterling.
Shocking to human nature were the barbarities
daily committed by the savages, and are not
to be paralleled in ail the volumes of history !
Scarce did a day pass but some unhappy family
or other fell victims to savage cruelty.
Terrible
indeed it proved to me, as well as to many others;
I that was now happy in an easy state of life,
blessed with an affectionate and tender wife, who
was possessed of all amiable qualities, to enable
me to g o through the world with that peace and
serenity of mind which every Christian wishes to
possess, became on a sudden one of the most
unhappy and deplorable of mankind.
Scarce can
I sustain the shock which for ever recoils on me,
at thinking on the last time of seeing that good
woman.
T h e fatal 2d of October, 1754, she
that day went from home to visit some of her
relations. As I staid up later than usual, expecting
her return, none being in the house besides
myself, how great was my surprise, terror, and
affright, when, about 11 o'clock at night, I heard
the dismal war-cry, or war-whoop of the savages,
and to my inexpressible grief, soon found my
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house was attacted by them.
I flew to my chamber
window, and perceived them to be twelve in
number.
T h e y making several attempts to get
in, I asked them what they wanted.
T h e y gave
me no answer, but continued beating, and trying
to get the door opened.
Judge, then, the
condition I must be in, knowing the cruelty and
merciless disposition of those savages, should I
fall into their hands.
T o escape which dreadful
misfortune, having my gun loaded in my hand,
I threatened them with death if they should not
desist.
But how vain and fruitless are the efforts
of one man against the united force of so many,
and of such merciless, undaunted, and
bloodthirsty
monsters as I had here to deal with.
One
of them that could speak a little English, threatened
me in return, that, if I did not come out,
they would burn me alive in the house—telling
me farther, that they were no friends to the
English
myself
; but if I would come out and surrender
prisoner, they would not kill me.
M y terror
and distraction at hearing this is not to be
expressed by words, nor easily imagined by any
person unless in the same condition.
Little
could I depend on the promises of such creatures,
and yet, if I did not, inevitable death, by being
burnt alive, must me my lot.
Distracted as I
was, in such deplorable circumstances, I chose to
rely on the uncertainty of their fallacious promises,
�11
rather than meet with certain death, by
rejecting t h e m ; and, accordingly, went out of my
house with my gun in my hand, not knowing
what I did, or that I had it.
Immediately on
my approach, they rushed on me like so many
tigers, and instantly disarmed me.
Having me
thus in their power, the merciless villians bound
me to a tree near the d o o r ; they then went into
the house, and plundered and destroyed every
thing, carrying off what moveables they c o u l d ;
the rest, together with the house, they set fire
to, and consumed before my eyes.
T h e barbarians,
not satisfied with this, set fire to my barn,
Stable, and out-houses, wherein were about 200
bushels of wheat, six cows, four horses, and five
sheep, which were entirely consumed to ashes.
During the conflagration to describe the thoughts,
the fears, and misery that I felt, is utterly
impossible, after this, they untied me, and gave me
a great load to carry on my back, under which I
travelled all that night with them, full of the
most terrible apprehensions, and oppressed with
the greatest anxiety of mind, lest my unhappy
wife should likewise have fallen a prey to those
cruel monsters.
masters
A t day-break, my infernal
ordered me to lay down my load, when, tieing
my hands again round a tree with a small
cord, they then forced the blood out of my
finger-ends. T h e y then kindled a fire near the
�12
tree whereto I was bound, which filled me with
dreadful agonies, concluding I was going to be
made a sacrifice to their barbarity.
T h e fire being thus made, they for some time
danced round me after their manner, with various
odd motions and antic gestures, whooping,
halloeing, and crying in a frightful manner, as
it is their custom.
Having satisfied themselves
in this sort of their mirth, they proceeded in a
more tragical manner, taking the burning coals
and sticks, flaming with fire at the ends, holding
them near my face, head, hands, and feet, with
a deal of monstrous pleasure and satisfaction, and
at she same time threatening to burn me entirely
if I made the least noise or motion of my body.
T h u s tortured, as I was, almost to death,
I
suffered their brutal pleasure without being
allowed to vent my inexpressible anguish otherwise
than by shedding tears; even which, when these
inhuman tormentors observed, with a shocking
pleasure and alacrity, they would take fresh coals
and apply near my eyes, telling me my face was
wet, and that they would dry it for me.
How I
suffered these tortures, I have here faintly
described,
has been matter of wonder to me many
times; but G o d enabled me to wait with more
than common patience for a deliverance I daily
prayed for.
Having at length satisfied their brutal pleasure,
�13
they sat round the fire and roasted their meat of
which they had robbed my dwelling-.
When
they had prepared it, and satisfied their voracious
appetites, they offered some to m e ; though it is
easily imagined I had but little appetite to eat,
after the tortures and miseries I had undergone,
yet was I forced to seem pleased with what they
offered me, lest, by refusing it, they had again
resumed their hellish practices.
What I could
not eat, I contrived to get between the bark and
the tree where I was fixed, they having unbound
my hands until they imagined I had eat all they
gave m e ; but then they again bound me as b e fore, in which deplorable condition was I forced
to continue all that day.
When the sun was set,
they put out the fire, and covered the ashes with
leaves, as is their usual custom, that the white
people might not discover any traces or signs of
their having been there.
Going from thence along by the river, for the
space of six miles, loaded as I was before, we
arrived at a spot near the Apalachian mountains,
where they hid their plunder under logs of wood ,
and Oh, shocking to relate ! from thence did these
hellish monsters proceed to a neighbouring house,
occupied by one Joseph Suider and his unhappy
family, consisting of his wife, five children, and
a young man, his servant.
T h e y soon got
admittance into the unfortunate man's house, where
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they immediately, without the least remorse, and
with more than brutal cruelty, scalped the
tender
parents and the unhappy children; nor could
the tears, the shrieks, or cries of these unhappy
victims prevent their horrid massacre; for having
thus scalped them, and plundered the house of
every thing that was moveable, they set fire to
the same, where the poor creatures met their
final doom amidst the flames, the hellish
miscreants
standing at the door, or as near the house
as the flames would permit them, rejoicing and
echoing back, in their diabolical manner, the
piercing cries, heart-rending groans, and paternal
and affectionate soothings, which issued from
this most horrid sacrifice of an innocent family,
not contented with what they had already done,
they still continued their inordinate villiany, in
making a general conflagration of the barn and
stables, together with all the corn, horses, cows,
and every thing on the place.
Thinking the young man belonging to this
unhappy family would be of some service to them
in carrying part of their plunder, they spared his
life, and loaded him and myself with what they
had here got, and again marched to the Blue
Hills, where they stowed their goods as before.
M y fellow-sufferer could not long bear the cruel
treatment which we were both obliged to suffer,
and complaining bitterly to me of being unable
�15
to proceed any farther, I endeavoured to condole
him as much as lay in my power, to bear up
under his afflictions, and wait with patience till, by
the divine assistance, we should be delivered out
of their clutches; but in vain, for he still continued
his moans and tears, which one of the savages
perceiving as we travelled on, instantly came
up to us, and with his tomahawk gave him a
blow on the head, which felled the unhappy youth
to the ground, where they immediately scalped
and left him.
T h e suddenness of this murder
shocked me to that degree, that I was in a manner
like a statue, being quite motionless, expecting
my fate would soon be the same; however,
recovering my distracted thoughts, I dissembled
the uneasiness and anguish which I felt, as well
as I could, from the barbarians; but such was
the terror that I was under, that for some time I
scarce knew the days of the week, or what I did,
so that, at this period, life indeed became a burden
to me, and I regretted being saved from my
first persecutors, the sailors.
T h e horrid tact being completed, they kept on
their course near the mountains, where they lay
sculking four or five days, rejoicing at the plunder
and store they had got.
When
became scarce, they made their way
provisions
towards
Susquehana, where still, to add to the many
barbarities
they had already committed, passing near
�16
another house inhabited by an unhappy old man,
whose name was John Adams, with his wife and
four small children; and, meeting withnoresistance,
they immediately scalped the unhappy wife
and her four children, before the good old man's
eyes. Inhuman and horrid as this was, it did
not satiate them, for when they had murdered
the poor woman, they acted with her in such a
brutal manner, as descency, or the remembrance
of the crime, will not permit me to mention, and
this even before the unhappy husband, who not
being able to avoid the sight, and incapable of
affording her the least relief, entreated them to
put an end to his miserable being ; but they were
as deaf and regardless to the tears, prayers, and
entreaties of this venerable sufferer, as they had
been to those of the others, and proceeded in their
hellish purpose of burning and destroying his
house, barn, cattle, hay, corn, and every thing
the poor man a few hours before was master of.
Having saved what they thought proper from the
flames, they gave the old man, feeble, weak, and
in the miserable condition he then was, as well
as myself, burdens to carry, and loading
themselves
likewise with bread and meat, pursued
their journey on towards
the
Great
Swamp,
where, being arrived, they lay for eight or nine
days, sometimes diverting themselves in exercising
the most atrocious and barbarous cruelties on
�17
their unhappy victim, the old m a n ; sometimes
they would strip him naked, and paint him all
over with various sorts of colours, which they
extracted, or made from herbs and roots ; at other
times, they would pluck the white hairs from his
venerable beard, and tauntingly tell him, he was
a fool for living so long, and that they would
shew him kindness in putting him out of the
world ; to all which the poor creature could but
vent his sighs, his tears, his moans, and entreaties,
that, to my affrighted imagination, were enough
to penetrate a heart of adamant, and soften the
most obdurate savage.
In vain, alas ! were all
his tears, for daily did they tire themselves with
the various means they tried to torment him—
sometimes tying him to a tree, and whipping
at others, scorching his furrowed cheeks
with red-hot coals, and burning his legs, quite to
the knees; but the good old man, instead of
repining, or wickedly arraigning the divine justice,
like many others in such cases, even in the greatest
agonies, incessantly offered up his prayers to
the Almighty, with the most fervent thanksgivings
for his former mercies, and hoping the flames,
then surrounding and burning his aged limbs,
would soon send him to the blessful mansions of
the just, to be a partaker of the blessings there.
And during such his pious ejaculations, his
infernal plages would come round him, mimicking
�18
his heart-rending groans and piteous wailings
One night after he had thus been tormented,
whilst he and I were sitting together, condoling
each other at the misfortunes and miseries we
daily suffered, twenty scalps and three prisoners
were brought in by another party of Indians.
They
had unhappily fallen in their hands in
Cannojigge, a small town near the river Susquehana
, chiefly inhabited by the
Irish.
These
prisoners gave us some shocking accounts of the
murders and devastations committed in their parts.
T h e various and complicated actions of these
barbarians would entirely fill a large volume ; but
what I have already written, with a few other
instances which I shall select from the information,
will enable the reader to guess at the horrid
treatment the English, and Indians in their
interest, suffered for many years past.
I shall
therefore only mention, in a brief manner, those
that suffered near the same time with
This
party
who
myself;
now joined us, had it not, I
found, in their power to begin their wickedness
as soon as those who visited my habitation, the
first of their tragedies being on the 25th day of
October, 1754, when John Lewis, with his wife
and three small children, fell sacrifices to their
cruelty, and were miserably scalped and
murdered,
possessed
his house, barn, and every thing he
being burnt and destroyed.
On the 28th,
�19
Jacob Miller, with his wife and six of his family,
together with every thing on his plantation,
underwent the same fate.
T h e 30th, the house,
mill, barn, twenty head of cattle, two teams of
horses, and every thing belonging to the unhappy
George Folke, met with the like treatment—
himself, wife, and all his miserable family,
consisting
scalped,
of nine in number, being inhumanly
then cut in pieces and given to the swine,
which devoured them.
I shall give another
instance of the numberless and unheard of barbarities
they related of the savages, and proceed to
their own tragical end.
substantial
In short, one of the
traders belonging to the province, having
business that called him some miles up the country,
fell into the hands of these devils, who not
only scalped him, but immediately roasted him
before he was dead ; then, like cannibals for want
of other food, eat his whole body, and of his head
made what they called an Indian pudding.
From these few instances of savage cruelty,
the deplorable situation of the defenceless inhabitants,
and what they hourly suffered in that part
of the globe, must strike the utmost terror to a
human soul, and cause in every breast, the utmost
detestation, nor only against the authors of such
tragic scenes, but against those who, through
perfidy, inattention, or pusillanimous and erroneous
principles, suffered these savages at first,
�20
unrepelled, or even unmolested, to commit such
outrages and incredible depradations and
murders
; for no torments, no barbarities that can be
exercised on the human sacrifices they get into
their power, are left untried or omitted.
T h e three prisoners that were brought with
these additional forces, constantly repining at
their lot, and almost dead with their excessive
hard treatment, contrived at last to make their
; but being far from their own settlements,
and not knowing the country, were soon after
met by some others of the tribes or nations at
war with us, and brought back to their diabolical
masters, who greatly rejoiced at having them
again in their infernal power.
creatures,
T h e poor
almost famished for want of sustenance,
having had none during the time of their elopement,
were no sooner in the clutches of the
barbarians, than two of them were tied to a tree,
and a great fire made round them, where they
remained till they were terribly scorched and burnt,
when one of the villians, with his scalping knife,
ripe open their bellies, took out their entrails,
and burnt them before their eyes, whilst the
others were cutting, piercing, and tearing
the
flesh from their breasts, hands, arms, and legs,
with red-hot irons, till they were dead.
The
third unhappy victim was reserved a few hours
longer, to be, if possible, sacrificed in a more
�21
cruel manner—his
arms were tied close to his
body, and a hole being dug deep enough for him
to stand upright, he was put therein, and earth
rammed and beat in all round his body, up to the
neck, so that his head only appeared above the
g r o u n d ; they then scalped him, and there let
him remain for three or four hours in the greatest
agonies; after which they made a small fire
near his head, causing him to suffer the most
excruciating torments imaginable, whilst the poor
creature could only cry for mercy in killing him
immediately,
head.
for his brains were
boiling in his
Inexorable to all his plaints, they continued
the fire, whilst, shocking to behold, his eyes
gushed out of their sockets; and such agonizing
torments did the unhappy creature suffer for near
two hours till he was quite dead!
T h e y then
cut off his head and buried it with the other
bodies—my task being to dig the graves, which,
feeble and terrified as I was, the dread of suffering
the same fate, enabled me to do.
I shall
not here take up the reader's time, in vainly
attempting to describe what I felt on such an
occasion, but continue my narrative, as more equal
to my abilities.
A great snow now falling, the barbarians were
a little fearful lest the white people should, by
their traces,
find
which obliged
out their, skulking retreats,
them to make the best of
their
�22
way to their winter quarters, about two hundred
miles farther from any plantation or inhabitants,
where, after a long and tedious journey,
being
almost starved, I arrived with this infernal crew.
The place where we were to rest, in their tongue
is called Alamingo.
There were found a number
of wigwams full of their women and children.
Dancing, shooting, and shouting, were their
general
amusements; and in all their festivals and
lances they relate what successes they have had,
and what damages they have sustained in their
expeditions,
theme.
in which
I became part of their
T h e severity of the cold increasing, they
stript me of my clothes, for their own use, and
gave me such as they usually wore themselves,
being a piece of blanket, a pair of mogganes, or
shoe's, with a yard of coarse cloth to put round
me instead of breeches.
T o describe their dress
and manner of living may not be altogether
unacceptable to some of my readers; but, as the
size of this book will not permit me to be so
particular
observe,
as I might otherwise be, I shall just
that they, in general, wear a white blanket,
which in war-time they paint with various
figures, but particularly the leaves of trees, in order
to deceive their enemies, when in the woods
Their mogganes are made of deer-skins, and the
best sort have them bound round the edges with
little beads and ribbands.
On their legs they
�23
wear pieces of blue cloth for stockings, some like
our soldiers' splatter-dashes.
T h e y reach higher
than their knees, but not lower than their
ancles. T h e y esteem them easy to run in. Breeches
they never wear, but instead thereof two pieces
of linen, one before and another behind.
The
better sort have shirts of the finest linen they can
get, and to these some wear ruffles; but these
they never put on till they have painted them of
various Colours, which they get from the pecone
root and bark of trees, and never pull them on
to wash, but wear them till they fall to pieces.
T h e y are very proud, and take great delight in
wearing trinkets, such as silver plates, round their
wrists and necks, with several strings of wampum,
which is made of cotton, interwoven with
pebbles,
cockleshells, &c. down to their breasts, and
from their ears and noses they have rings or beads
which hand dangling an inch or two.
T h e men
have no beards, to prevent which they use
certain instruments and tricks as soon it begins to
grow.
T h e hair of their heads is managed
differently ; some pluck out and destroy all, except
a lock hanging from the crown of the head, which
they interweave with wampum and feathers of
various colours.
T h e women wear it very long,
twisted down their backs with beads, feathers,
and wampum, and on their heads most of them
wear little coronets of brass or c o p p a r ; round
�24
their middle they wear a blanket instead o f a
petticoat.
constant
T h e females are very chaste and
to their husbands; and if any y o u n g maiden
should happen to have a child before marriage,
she is never esteemed afterwards.
A s for their
food, they g e t it chiefly b y hunting and shooting,
and boil or roast all the meat
they eat.
Their standing dish consists o f Indian corn soaked,
then bruised and boiled.
T h e i r bread is likewise
made of wild oats, or sun-flower seeds.
Their
gun, tomahawk, scalping-knife, powder and shot,
they carry with them in time o f war.
T h e y in
war decline open e n g a g e m e n t s ; bush fighting or
skulking is their discipline; they are brave when
engaged, having great fortitude in enduring
tortures and are the most implacably vindictive people
upon the e a r t h ; for they revenge the death
of any relation, or any affront, whenever occasion
presents, let the distance of time be never so remote.
After l o n g enduring the greates of
hardships
with these Indians.
I at last escaped out
of their hand and went to Q u e b e c ; where, I was
put on board a French Packet, bound for
England,
and after a passage of six weeks.
We, at
last, to our great j o y , arrived at P l y m o u t h , on
the 6th of N o v e m b e r ,
1756.
FINIS
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The Life and Astonishing Adventures of Peter Williamson, who was carried off when a child from Aberdeen and sold for a slave.
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Told in first person, this autobiographic tale describes the life and miseries of Peter Williamson, who was kidnapped by slavers from the docks of Aberdeen when he was a child. Taken by the slavers to America, he was sold into bondage to a gentleman from North Britain who had experienced similar circumstances in his childhood and therefore treated Peter quite well, allowing him to pursue an education and rewarding him with freedom, a horse, and money upon his death. Peter worked his way up in the world, marrying well, gaining and working a tract of land of his own until the French-Indian War, at which point he was captured, enslaved, and tortured by Native Americans. The majority of the rest of the chapbook is dedicated to describing in gruesome detail the many acts of violence, murder, and torture that he witnesses and experiences while in the hands of his captors. The final few pages describe the fashion, food, warfare, and character of the Native Americans Peter observed during his time with this tribe before he escaped, fled to Quebec, and from there to England.
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Aberdeen, Scotland
Québec (Province)
England
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Slavery
War
Crime
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Four Favourite Comic Songs. The cork leg and steam arm. The great sea snake. The sailor's consolation. The wonderful nose.
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Wit and Humor
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