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Westfall, Slave to King Cotton von Stanard, Bonnie (eBook)

  • Erscheinungsdatum: 15.10.2014
  • Verlag: BookBaby
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Westfall, Slave to King Cotton

Westfall, Slave to King Cotton strays far from Old South nostalgia by giving us a multi-dimensional picture of life on a plantation. It questions the 'realities' of what we read about the South of 1858, where an aristocracy was based on race and depended on slavery. Westfall reveals the hope and dreams of the boisterous slave quarters as well as the refined big house. It is a companion novel to Kedzie, Saint Helena Island Slave and Master of Westfall Plantation, as well as Sonny, Cold Slave Cradle.


    Format: ePUB
    Kopierschutz: AdobeDRM
    Seitenzahl: 200
    Erscheinungsdatum: 15.10.2014
    Sprache: Englisch
    ISBN: 9780986001963
    Verlag: BookBaby
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Westfall, Slave to King Cotton

CHAPTER I CHAPTER 1 GOODWYN FAMILY MOVES TO VILLAGE HOUSE BEEF SLAUGHTER SPRING 1858 Each year in May, Tilmon Goodwyn moved his family from the big house on Westfall plantation to his village house in St. Hellenaville, twelve miles away at the island's only settlement where plantation owners had put up summer homes. The village was located on a bluff that benefitted from breezes off St. Helena Sound. Because Westfall was situated near marshes, it was considered unhealthy in the heat of summer. The island, roughly fifteen miles long and four miles wide, was surrounded by other islands, some of which rose to sea level only at low tide and thus were uninhabitable. St. Helena Island was buffered from the Atlantic by Hunting Island and Fripp Island, while landward it was bordered by Ladies Island, which retained much of the rural character of St. Helena. Further inland was the town of Beaufort, the area's commercial center where Tilmon did much of his trading. On the portico of the big house, Tilmon arose from his chair and lingered in the night air as his wife Georgiana went inside. In the distance a horned owl gave the night a cadence of fellowship. He threw the blackened chub of his cigar into the yard where it bounced down the side of a stack of boards awaiting the carpenters' tools. Two hirelings Tilmon had rented from his neighbor had begun to assemble materials to renovate the façade. Because of Georgiana's condition, Tilmon had arranged for the noise and activity of construction to begin after the family vacated the manse. The overseer Farley approached from the darkness and stood at the bottom of the steps, his hat in his hand. "Begging your pardon, massuh..." Farley's subservience was a studied affect, for he was by nature a forceful man. "What's the problem?" Tilmon glanced at the bottom of one of his boots and scraped the sole on the floor edge. Dried muck sprinkled to the ground. "Massuh, Joe be scaring the other niggers. They say he's hexed. Some of them won't work wid him." Farley had complained so many times about Joe that he was hard pressed to find a novel misdeed to bring to Tilmon's attention. Joe habitually ignored orders. The other slaves laughed and said he had such dirt in his ears he couldn't hear, which was a credible explanation. Bought the previous January at the Charleston auction, Joe had been a source of constant vexation to Farley, not only in the field but at any task he was given. Joe rarely talked and when he did, he didn't make sense, in part because previous injustices had singed his brain. He had been a free man living peaceably with his family in Virginia when he was deceived, seized, and sold into slavery. His venomous hate for white plantation owners obsessed him. Upon his arrival at Westfall, Joe had been put in the cabin with Lettie and her son. Once Lettie discovered he wasn't a sexual threat, she'd tried to befriend him. "Where's your family?" She had talked as she went about stoking the fire or sewing for the big house. "You got chillun?" Though he never answered, she had carried on conversations as if he'd been lost and just got back home. Jackey hadn't heard so much talk from his mother in his entire life. Joe always sat and stared at the fire. "Jackey is my onliest baby. He was borned the day after the stars fell." "The stars fell on the ground?" Jackey had said. "People run in their cabins crying and falling on their knees. All the niggers thought it was Judgment Day." Joe swayed in his ch

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