The people are less quarrelsome than when they were slaves.
About eight o'clock in the evening, Mr.C.invited us to step out into the piazza.

Pointing to the houses of the laborers, which were crowded thickly together, and almost concealed by the cocoa-nut and calabash trees around them, he said, "there are probably more than four hundred people in that village.

All my own laborers, with their free children, are retired for the night, and with them are many from the neighboring estates." We listened, but all was still, save here and there a low whistle from some of the watchmen.

He said that night was a specimen of every night now.

But it had not always been so.