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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1808 Excerpt:...her life. Plant. I mean, is she for our sale of slaves? Our black fair? Trudge. A black fair, ha! ha! ha! You hold it on a brown green, I suppose. Plant. She's your slave, I take it? Trudge. Yes; and I'm her humble servant, I take it. Plant. Aye, aye, natural enough at sea.--But at how much do you value her-? Trudge. Just as much as she has saved me--My own life. Plant. Pshaw! you mean to sell her? Trudge. Staring. Zounds! what a devil of a fellow! Sell Wows!--my poor, dear, dingy, wife! Plant. Come, come, I've heard your story from the ship.--Don't let's haggle; I'll bid as fair as any trader amongst us. But no tricks upon travellers, young man, to raise your price. Your wife, indeed! Why she's no Christian! Trudge. No; but I am; so I shall do as I'd be done by: and, if you were a good one yourself, you'd know, that fellow-feeling for a poor body, who wants your help, is the noblest mark of our religion.--I wou'dn't be articled clerk to such a fellow for the world. Plant. Hey-day! the booby's in love with her! Why, sure, friend, you would not live here with a black? Trudge. Plague on't; there it is. I shall be laughed out of my honesty, here.--But you may be jogging, friend; I may feel a little queer, perhaps, at showing her face--but, dam'me, if ever I do any thing to make me asham'd of showing my own. Plant. Why, I tell you, her very complexion Trudge. Rot her complexion.--I'll tell you what, Mr. Fair-trader, if your head and heart were to change places, I've a notion you'd be as black in the face as an ink-bottle. Plant. Pshaw! the fellow's a fool--a rude rascal--he ought to be sent back to the savages again. He's not fit to live among us Christians. Exit Planter. Trudge, Oh, here comes my master, at last. Enter Inkle, and a second Planter. Inhle. Nay,...