Boy Jack brought it with both hands, and placed it before his master.
"Now, sir, will you drink ?" said the planter, addressing Mr Berecroft.
"Thank you," replied Mr Berecroft, "I never drink so early in the morning." "Drink! why this is nothing but _swizzle_.

Here's your health, sir, I'll show you the way." The large goblet was fixed to his lips for upwards of a minute: at last they unwillingly separated, and the old planter recovered his respiration with a deep sigh.

"Now then, gentlemen, do you take a little; don't be afraid; there's nothing you mayn't do in this climate, only be temperate, and don't check the perspiration." At this moment Newton was startled, and looked under the table.
"I thought it was a dog, but it's a little black child." "Oh! there's one out, is there?
Why, Boy Jack, did I not tell you to shut them all in ?" "Yes, sar, so I did," said the black man, looking under the table.
"Eh!--it's that d--d little nigger--two-year old Sambo--no possible keeping him in, sar .-- Come out, Sambo." The child crawled out to his master, and climbed up by his knee: the old planter patted his woolly head, and gave him a piece of grilled turkey, with which he immediately dived again under the table.
"The fact is, captain, they are accustomed to come in at breakfast-time; they are only shut out to-day because I have company.

That door behind me leads into the nursery-yard." "The nursery-yard!" "Yes, I'll show it you by-and-bye; there's plenty of them there." "Oh, pray let us have them in--I wish to see them, and should be sorry to be the cause of their being disappointed." "Open the door, Boy Jack." As soon as it was open, about twenty black children, from seven to three years old, most of them naked, with their ivory skins like a polished table, and quite pot-bellied from good living, tumbled into the room, to the great amusement of Newton and the party.

They were followed by seven or eight more, who were not yet old enough to walk; but they crawled upon all-fours almost as fast as the others who could walk erect after the image of their Maker.
The company amused themselves with distributing to the children the contents of the dishes on the table--the elder ones nestling alongside of the planter and his friends with the greatest familiarity, while the younger sat upright on the floor, laughing as they devoured their respective portions.
"Of course, these are all slaves ?" observed Mr Berecroft.
"Yes, bred them all myself," replied the planter; "indeed, out of two hundred and fifteen which I have on the estate, I think that there are not more that twelve who were not born on this property, during my father's time or mine.