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they nestled. This must, indeed, be the very paradise of the negro. The climate is so genial, that he requires little or no clothing, and bountiful Nature supplies him with food, all the year round, almost unasked. In this land of the sun, a constant succession of fruits is pendent from the trees, and the dwellers in the huts beneath their sheltering arms, have only to reach out their hands when hunger presses. I was reminded, by this scene, of a visit I had once made to the island of St. Domingo, and of the indolence in which the negro lives in that soft and voluptuous climate. I landed at the bay of Samana, from the ship of war to which I was attached, and taking a stroll, one evening, I came upon the hut of an American negress. Some years before, Boyer, the President of the island, had invited the immigration of free negroes, from the United States. A colony from the city of Baltimore had accepted his invitation, and settled at Samana. In the course of a very few years, al
by the way of the islands of Porto Rico and St. Domingo, passing through the Mona Passage, through We entered the Mona Passage, lying between St. Domingo and Porto Rico, after nightfall, but the moing with a flowing sheet along the coast of St. Domingo. I had approached the Mona Passage with muner, from Boston, bound for the old city of St. Domingo, from which we received a batch of late newhooner, which we requested to report us, in St. Domingo, as the United States steamer Iroquois, we x Cayes, on the south side of the island of St. Domingo. If the Cooke had been chartered, and sents, and burned his dwelling in the island of St. Domingo, now in sight. The white man, in another c burning ship was lighting up the shores of St. Domingo! That Puritan, only a generation before, hday, found ourselves in the passage between St. Domingo and Cuba. There were many sails passing inhe surface of the sea. The islands of Cuba, St. Domingo, and Jamaica— the two latter, in the blue a[1 more...]
capture of the Chastelaine the old city of St. Domingo, and its reminiscences the Dominican Conveound us in the passage be tween Jamaica and St. Domingo. The sun rose brightly, the wind moderatedix P. M. applied the torch. The islands of St. Domingo and Jamaica were both sufficiently near forten or twelve miles from the main island of St. Domingo, with almost perpendicular sides, to the hee intention of running into the old town of St. Domingo, and landing them. We got sight of this o eastern, or Dominican end of the island of St. Domingo; and a Spanish naval commander now came on n broken up, and transferred to the city of St. Domingo. The latter city grew apace, and flourishe a stroll through the classical old city of St. Domingo—a piece of good fortune, which falls to thers laden with farm produce, running down to St. Domingo for a market. At times a number of these wry, we made our first capture since leaving St. Domingo. It was the schooner Palmetto, bound from [1 more...]
before the blood-shot eyes of an infuriated bull. Mr. Seward gored, and pawed, and threw up the dust; and, above all, bellowed, whenever the vision of the Alabama flitted across his brain; and the sainted Abe was, in foreign affairs, but his man Friday. At St. Thomas we changed steamers, going on board the Solent—the transfer of passengers occupying only a few hours. The Solent ran down for the coast of Porto Rico, where she landed some passengers; passed thence to the north side of St. Domingo, thence into the Old Bahama Channel, and landed us at Havana, in the last days of October. Here we were compelled to wait, a few days, for a chance vessel to Matamoras, there being no regular packets. This enforced delay was tedious enough, though much alleviated by the companionship of a couple of agreeable fellow-passengers, who had embarked with me at Southampton, and who, like myself, were bound to Matamoras. One of these was Father Fischer, and the other, Mr. H. N. Caldwell, a Sou