My Name is Not Angelica
“Thomas and the island of St. John. Master van Prok left the sugar mill and hurried to the fort. It was a thatched hut, a stone wall, a stone platform, and a cannon. The cannon puffed quietly. It was answered by three loud roars from the ship.
"Big roars," Dondo said, "mean the governor has a lot of powder and he's angry." "The governor's always angry," I said.
The ship sailed into the bay and the anchor went down and two men were rowed in close to the beach. Mistress Jenna named them. One, Gove...rnor Gardelin, came the rest of the way on a slave's shoulders. The other was Preacher Isaak Gronnewold, she said. He refused to be carried on the backs of black men. Instead, he stepped into the water and got his pants wet.
A longboat left the ship and landed on the beach.
It was piled high with food, which the slaves balanced on their heads and carried up the trail to the cookhouse.
They carried thick-leafed kaleloo, bunches of ellube herbs to sprinkle around, Guinea corn and okra, sweet-rooted taro, sugar apples, a basket of fish—not pot fish or salted poorjack but big fish from deep water, red meat—bundles of it, and firkins of beer.MoreLess
"Big roars," Dondo said, "mean the governor has a lot of powder and he's angry." "The governor's always angry," I said.
The ship sailed into the bay and the anchor went down and two men were rowed in close to the beach. Mistress Jenna named them. One, Gove...rnor Gardelin, came the rest of the way on a slave's shoulders. The other was Preacher Isaak Gronnewold, she said. He refused to be carried on the backs of black men. Instead, he stepped into the water and got his pants wet.
A longboat left the ship and landed on the beach.
It was piled high with food, which the slaves balanced on their heads and carried up the trail to the cookhouse.
They carried thick-leafed kaleloo, bunches of ellube herbs to sprinkle around, Guinea corn and okra, sweet-rooted taro, sugar apples, a basket of fish—not pot fish or salted poorjack but big fish from deep water, red meat—bundles of it, and firkins of beer.MoreLess
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