Part 19 (1/2)
Volume One, Chapter XX.
THE JEW'S PENN.
While these scenes were transpiring upon the plantation of Mount Welcome, others of a still more exciting nature were being enacted on that which adjoined it--the property of Jacob Jessuron, slave-merchant and penn-keeper.
Besides a ”barac.o.o.n” in the Bay, where his slaves were usually exposed for sale, the Jew was owner of a large plantation in the country, on which he habitually resided. It lay contiguous to the estate of the Custos Vaughan--separated from the latter by one of the wooded ridges already mentioned as bounding the valley of Mount Welcome.
Like the latter, it had once been a sugar estate, and an extensive one; but that was before Jessuron became its owner. Now it was in the condition termed _ruinate_. The fields where the golden cane had waved in the tropic breeze were choked up by a tangled ”second growth,”
restoring them almost to their primitive wildness. With that quickness characteristic of equatorial vegetation, huge trees had already sprung up, and stood thickly over the ground--logwoods, bread-nuts, cotton, and calabash trees, which, with their pendent parasites, almost usurped dominion over the soil. Here and there, where the fields still remained open, instead of cultivation, there appeared only the wild nursery of nature--glades mottled with flowering weeds, as the Mexican horn-poppy, swallow-worts, West Indian vervains, and small _pa.s.siflorae_.
At intervals, where the underwood permitted them to peep out, might be seen stretches of ”dry wall,” or stone fence, without mortar or cement, mostly tumbled down, the ruins thickly trellised with creeping plants-- as convolvuli, cereus, and aristolochia; cleome, with the cheerful blossoming _lantana_; and, spreading over all, like the web of a gigantic spider, the yellow leafless stems of the American dodder.
In the midst of this domain, almost reconquered by nature, stood the ”great house”--except in size, no longer deserving the appellation. It consisted rather of a _pile_ than a single building--the old ”sugar works” having been joined under the same roof with the dwelling--and negro cabins, stables, offices, all inclosed within an immense high wall, that gave to the place the air of a penitentiary or barrack, rather than that of a country mansion. The enclosure was a modern construction--an afterthought--designed for a purpose very different from that of sugar-making.
Garden there was none, though evidence that there _had been_ was seen everywhere around the building, in the trees that still bloomed: some loaded with delicious fruits, others with cl.u.s.tering flowers, shedding their incense on the air. Half wild, grew citrons, and _avocado_ pears, sop and custard apples, mangoes, guavas, and pawpaws; while the crown-like tops of cocoa-palms soared high above the humble denizens of this wild orchard, their recurvant fronds drooping as in sorrow at the desolation that surrounded them.
Close to the buildings stood several huge trees, whose tortuous limbs, now leafless, rendered it easy to identify them. They were the giants of the West Indian forest--the silk-cotton-tree (_Eriodendron anfractuosum_). The limbs of these vegetable monsters--each itself as large as an ordinary tree--were loaded with parasites of many species; among which might be distinguished ragged _cactacae_, with various species of wild pines, from the n.o.ble _vriesia_ to the h.o.a.ry, beard-like ”Spanish moss,” whose long streaming festoons waved like winding-sheets in the breeze--an appropriate draping for the eyrie of the black vultures (John-Crows) that might at all times be seen seated in solemn silence upon the topmost branches.
In the olden time, this plantation had borne the name of ”Happy Valley”; but during the owners.h.i.+p of Jessuron, this designation--perhaps deemed inappropriate--had been generally dropped; and the place was never spoken of by any other name than that of the ”Jew's Penn.”
Into a ”penn” (grazing farm) Jessuron had changed it, and it served well enough for the purpose: many of the old sugar fields, now overgrown by the valuable Guinea gra.s.s, affording excellent pasturage for horses and cattle.
In breeding and rearing the former for the use of the sugar estates, and fattening the latter for the beef markets of the Bay, the industrious Israelite had discovered a road to riches, as short as that he had been travelling in the capacity of slave-dealer; and of late years he had come to regard the latter only as a secondary calling.
In his old age, Jessuron had become ambitious of social distinction; and for this reason, was desirous of sinking the slave-merchant in the more respectable profession of penn-keeper. He had even succeeded so far in his views as to have himself appointed a justice of the peace--an office that in Jamaica, as elsewhere, is more distinctive of wealth than respectability.
In addition to penn-keeper, the Jew was also an extensive spice-cultivator, or rather spice-gatherer: for the indigenous pimento forests that covered the hills upon his estate required no cultivation-- nothing further than to collect the aromatic berries, and cure them on the _barbacoa_.
Though changed from a plantation to a penn, the estate of Jacob Jessuron was not less a scene of active industrial life.
In the fields adjacent to the house, and through the glades of Guinea gra.s.s, horses and half wild cattle might be seen in turns neighing and bellowing, pursued by mounted herdsmen, black and half-naked.
Among the groves of pimento on the hills, gangs of negro wenches could be heard screaming and chattering continually, as they picked the allspice berries from the branches; or, with the filled baskets poised on their heads, marched in long, chanting files towards the _barbacoa_.
Outside the gate-entrance, upon the broad avenue leading to the main road, negro horse-tamers might every day be seen, giving their first lessons to rough colts fresh caught from the pastures; while inside the grand enclosure, fat oxen were being slaughtered to supply the markets of the Bay--huge, gaunt dogs holding carnival over the offal--while black butchers, naked to the waist, their brown arms reeking with red gore, stalked over the ground, brandis.h.i.+ng blood-stained blades, and other instruments of their sanguinary calling.
Such scenes might be witnessed diurnally on the estate of Jacob Jessuron; but on the day succeeding that on which the slave-merchant had made his unsuccessful errand to Mount Welcome, a spectacle of a somewhat rarer kind was about to be exhibited at the penn.
The scene chosen for this exhibition was an inner inclosure, or courtyard, contiguous to the dwelling--the great house itself forming one side of this court, and opening upon it by a broad verandah, of a dingy, dilapidated appearance.
_Vis-a-vis_ with the dwelling was another large building which shut in the opposite side of the court--the two being connected by high ma.s.sive walls, that completed the quadrangle. A strong double gate, opening near the centre of one of these walls, was the way out--that is, to the larger enclosure of the cattle-penn.
From the absence of chimneys and windows, as well as from its plain style of architecture, the building that stood opposite the dwelling-house might have been taken for some large granary or barn.
But a peep into its interior at once controverted this idea. Inside could be seen groups of human beings, of all colours, from ebony black to jaundice yellow, in all att.i.tudes--seated, standing, or lying upon the floor--and not a few of them, in pairs, manacled to one another.
Their att.i.tudes were not more various than the expressions upon their faces. Some looked sad and sullen; some glanced fearfully around, as if waking from horrid dreams, and under the belief that they were realities; others wore the vacant stare of idiotcy; while here and there a group--apparently regardless of past, present, or future--chattered in their barbaric language with an air of gaiety that bespoke the most philosophic _insouciance_.
The building that contained them was the barac.o.o.n--the storehouse of the slave-merchant. Its occupants were his stores!
The ”stock” had been just replenished by the cargo of the slave-s.h.i.+p, though there were also some old ”bales” on hand; and these were in the act of entertaining the new comers, and initiating them into the ways of the place. Their means, of showing hospitality had been limited--as testified by the empty calabashes and clean-sc.r.a.ped wooden platters that lay scattered over the floor. Not a grain of rice, not a spoonful of the pepper-pot, not a slice of plantain, was left. The emptiness of the vessels showed that the rations had been as short as the viands were coa.r.s.e and common.