Word: slaver
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...King Philip of Spain but smiled on France's Alencon, her "Frog-Prince." She did not, however, make any marital history. Sad and jealous when her rival Mary Stuart, Queen of Scots, bore a son, she saw to it that Mary was beheaded. Elizabeth wisely liked her pirates, Slaver Hawkins and Explorer Drake, and profited by their booty. When Spanish troop ships sailed toward England she shouted, "I have the heart and stomach of a king." She might have fought herself had not a storm and the English navy destroyed the Armada...
ADVENTURES or AN AFRICAN SLAVER, Being a True Account of the Life of Captain Theodore Canot, Trader in Gold, Ivory & Slaves on the Coast of Guinea: His Own Story as told in the Year 1854 to Brantz Mayer & Now Edited with an Introduction by Malcolm Cowley...
...yarns for liquor. The captain, the accosted, the yarns, are all of a piece with garrulous South African traders who peddle reminiscence with their kitchenware. In pleasant 19th century cadences Mayer sets down the story of this Canot, Italian by birth, American by adoption, who sailed the last legal slaver before the trade was outlawed. Forced thereafter to bootleg his valuable black cargo, he practiced the proverbial sardine economy of space in his barracoon, packing his human loot spoon fashion, so that each wretch lay curved in his neighbor...
...never did Canot resort to the measure of a fellow 'legger. The law read that a slaver suspect could not be confiscated unless at the time of capture there were actually slaves aboard. That a slaver could be smelled "five miles down the wind" made camouflage the more difficult, and upon such a reeking suspect four war-vessels one day descended. Fortunately for the suspect captain, the law was becalmed long enough for him to drop his 600 slaves overboard, chained to the anchor...
...however, narrowly and specifically invokes the "American Muse," by crying, "you are the buffalo-ghost, the broncho-ghost ... a friend, an enemy, a sacred hag with two oceans in her medicine bag . . . and you are . . . the cheap car parked by the station door. . . ." A brief prelude concerning the Yankee slaver that bears its black cargo of misery to America, and quickly the artist sets himself to the stupendous task of setting the panoramic scene, North and South. From every corner they come. In the South, Clay Wingate, gentleman planter, gloated with boyish pride over boots and sabre, crisp new toys...