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A SECOND CHANCE AT LOVE
“I don’t want to be just friends. I can’t do it,” Yost said. He
stood up and paced back and forth in front of her. “Be honest
with me, Martha Sue. Do you truly want nothing more than a
friendship between us?”
He looked at her with such intensity that she couldn’t look
away. She certainly couldn’t lie to him. “If your son, Jonah,
loved me, I would marry you tomorrow.”
His whole face lit up like a bonfire, and he sat next to her
again. “Ach, Martha Sue, that is all I need to hear.”
“But Jonah doesn’t love me, and I won’t be the reason his
world crumbles around his ears.”
“Can we try again?” he said breathlessly. “Please tell me it’s
not too late. Will you still consider marrying me?”
“I don’t know what to say, Yost.”
“With Gotte, all things are possible,” he said.
She smiled in spite of herself. “Would you quit quoting
scripture? It makes me think you know something I don’t.”
“I have a scripture for every occasion.”
“For sure and certain you do.” She sighed and gazed into his
eyes. She saw so much love there, she couldn’t bear to
disappoint him. Couldn’t bear to give up on him just yet. “I
think I’m going to regret this, but it’s not too late, even for
you.”
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
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The General of the Coast gave the Table, which made the whole
Charge rest upon those two Articles, the cheapest since the
Reformation.
St. George de E L M I N A .
During our Stay in the Road, an Officer or two of us took an Interval
to wait on Mr. Butler, the Director-General for the Dutch at St.
George de Elmina, three Leagues to Windward; he received us so
much the more kindly, that in eighteen years which he had resided
on the Coast, he had seldom been visited by his Countrymen, and of
late, not at all, which he imputed to the Misunderstandings that were
frequently happening between him and his Neighbour, Mr. Phips, on
account of Trade; they could not pay him this Compliment without
offending the other. His Table had ten Dishes of Victuals, an
extraordinary Shew in a part of such Scarcity, with variety of Beer
and Wine, and an attendance of six Negro Servants, each a gold
Chain about his Neck, the largeness distinguishing Grandeur, as fine
Cloth or Lace does a Livery.
After Dinner, Mr. Butler gave us four gold Rings a-piece, (the Make
of the Country) a Trifle, he said, to remember him, and then shewed
us their Apartments and Store-houses, large, and well stocked.
The Castle, taken from the Portuguese in 1638, is a Quadrangle,
like that of Cape Corso, but has a double Ditch round, cut out of a
Rock, which like Basins hold the Rain-water, and give additional
Strength; a populous Negro Town at the foot of it, under their
Protection.
From hence, we retired for the Afternoon to a Summer-house in
his Garden, and in the Evening his Officers attended us to the Boat,
where we were still followed with Marks of undeserved Respect,
three or four Rooves of Brasil Sugar, (then a Commodity) and at
putting off, a Salute of nine Guns. The worst part of our Fare came
afterwards, when we could not commend this Hospitality and
Generosity of Mr. Butler, without indirect Reflections upon our own
Castle.
On the 1st of May 1722, we left Cape Corso, (for my own part, I
hope till Doom’s-Day) and on the third, came down to Whydah. Here
we took a Sailor out of a Portuguese Ship, that had been a
Confederate in seizing Captain Rowry’s Vessel, as mentioned before
at St. Thomas’s; he, on the Reflection of his Crime, and a Fear of
worse Evil, cut his Throat, and died. About this time I was appointed
Purser to the Weymouth, (a Bursier, the Officer in Colleges, that
takes care of their Accounts) every body being dead almost, that
could do it: and with Reluctancy in me, because not skill’d in the
Employ, and neither Cooper, Steward, or Necessaries on board; but
the Indulgence I expected on these accounts from a worthy
Commander, and some little Advantage in quitting the Surgeon’s
Employ, were Persuasives.
From Whydah, both Men-of-War steered away for Cape Lopez, to
wood and water, in order for the West-Indies.
Cape L O P E Z .
Cape Lopez makes a safe and pleasant Bay, our anchoring in 20
Fathom Water, the Cape N W B N, the Watering-place S B E, each a
mile and half distance.
Coming in, we bring the Cape S. S. W. to avoid what most Charts
lay down, the Shoal called Frenchman’s Bank, about a League and
half N. N. E. from the Cape; and some say there are other Shoals
between that and the Main to the Northward.
The Cape is low and steep, yet looks bluff with Trees, has some
Savannahs behind, the resort of Buffaloes; I have seen a dozen
head at a time here, which, when you are minded to hunt or shoot,
the Negroes are ready to assist. The Bay is well stored with Fish,
and the Country affords Plantains, Goats, Fowls, and particularly
grey Parrots, all cheap; but their principal trading Commodities are
Wax in Cakes, and Honey, exchanged with us on easy terms, for
Linnen, Calicos, Stuffs, Pewter Spoons, Knives, &c. and it is the Seal
of all Bargains, to take hold of one another’s Hands and say,
Palaaver suquebah.
Pou, or Wood, is after the rate of a Fathom, for an old Guinea
Sheet; their Water free, and easy come at, but is a standing Pool,
and not so well-tasted therefore as Springs.
The Natives are harmless and inoffensive, never sell one another.
But when Ships come in, flock towards the Bay with Wax, Honey, a
few Teeth, and little Gold; which last, I rather believe, is brought
thither, because not one of them seemed to know the Value of it.
They are timorous, and therefore have their Habitations at a distance
from the Sea, few of them venturing on board a Ship; feared, I
suppose, by the Tricks have formerly been put upon them by our
Traders: so that we barter altogether on shore, where they attend for
that purpose.
Their familiar Salute at meeting, is by clapping their hands two or
three times, to one another. To a Superior, (the Cabiceer, or the
Aged) they bend the Knee, raising first their Hands to the out-parts of
their Shoulders or Arms, then patting the other’s Hands gently three
times, they cry Chamba at each time, and retreat with three times
clapping their own hands:—to profess an extraordinary Friendship to
you, they raise your Hand as high as they can reach.
Many of them have borrowed Names from the Europeans that put
in here, and are pleased when you will adopt them to wear such a
Cognizance of your Remembrance; they do not sollicit this Favour till
after several views, that they see something to be admired, or that
the Person asked, has a fancied Sympathy of Temper, or likeness
with themselves.
As they come down to trade in Tribes, each has a Captain or
Leader, who always craves or claims some Dashee, before you
strike a Bargain with any of the other Negroes; a Bottle of Brandy, a
Sabre, Knife, or any ordinary Apparel is acceptable; the Chief loves
to distinguish himself by an Imitation of our Dress, and is often so
preposterously set out with Hat, Wig, and Breeches, that he makes a
fifty times more ridiculous, and scaramouch Figure, than any of his
naked Dependants.
Jacobus was one of these; he takes on him the Title of King,
without knowing the meaning, and came on board to visit us in a
very antick Figure; an old Sailor’s Wig turned upside down, half a
pair of Breeches, Jacket, Hat, &c. yet this Man seemed to be
reverenced much by the others, and in drinking, two of them always
held up a Cloth before his Face, that he might not be seen; the
Custom seems to have a State in it, and borrowed perhaps from
some neighbouring Monarch: He of Monomotapa, it is said, never
drinks, but the Court put up their Prayers with a loud Voice, which
being heard by others, is transmitted over the whole Town.
As Jacobus and his Company grew drunk, (for they swallowed
nothing but Bumpers of Brandy) I observed this Respect was laid