Chapters (67)
- Cover
- Contents
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- Principal Characters
- BOOK I
- CHAPTER 1
- CHAPTER 2
- CHAPTER 3
- CHAPTER 4
- CHAPTER 5
- CHAPTER 6
- CHAPTER 7
- CHAPTER 8
- CHAPTER 9
- CHAPTER 10
- CHAPTER 11
- CHAPTER 12
- CHAPTER 13
- BOOK II
- CHAPTER 14
- CHAPTER 15
- CHAPTER 16
- CHAPTER 17
- CHAPTER 18
- CHAPTER 19
- CHAPTER 20
- CHAPTER 21
- CHAPTER 22
- CHAPTER 23
- CHAPTER 24
- CHAPTER 25
- CHAPTER 26
- CHAPTER 27
- CHAPTER 28
- CHAPTER 29
- CHAPTER 30
- BOOK III
- CHAPTER 31
- CHAPTER 32
- CHAPTER 33
- CHAPTER 34
- CHAPTER 35
- CHAPTER 36
- CHAPTER 37
- CHAPTER 38
- CHAPTER 39
- CHAPTER 40
- CHAPTER 41
- CHAPTER 42
- CHAPTER 43
- CHAPTER 44
- CHAPTER 45
- CHAPTER 46
- CHAPTER 47
- CHAPTER 48
- CHAPTER 49
- CHAPTER 50
- CHAPTER 51
- CHAPTER 52
- CHAPTER 53
- CHAPTER 54
- CHAPTER 55
- CHAPTER 56
- Epilogue
- About the Author
- Copyright
The first certain reports Brown had was that a small but determined detachment in some of the coastal forts had stopped Prevost’s advance and forced him, at least temporarily, to turn back. Brown had mixed emotions when he received the news: gratification that his political and military adversary in Florida had failed, but deep concern at this omen that with Prevost’s delay and the well-prepared American defense of Savannah, the entire British “southern strategy” would be frustrated. Brown was, in effect, an independent operator and decided to remain in the vicinity of Savannah and do whatever was possible to assist the British fleet sailing down from New York and scheduled to anchor off Tybee Island, about fifteen miles from the main settlement.
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Quash Dolly tried to hold back tears and to ignore the intense pain that, in unpredictable waves, wracked her body. What she wanted most was to put down the brush broom and go back to lie on the pallet in her cabin down the white sand path below the big house. But then she realized this was not the supreme desire of her life: it was a mixed yearning to avoid any other beatings from the overseer and, in some fashion, to see him suffer as she had. Despite the rags tied at her crotch, she could still feel the fresh blood on her legs and knew that the other women could see the dried remnants of it on her bare feet. What they could not see were the stripes across her back.
It was difficult for her even to remember when she was known as Quanimo and, although a slave, had lived in relative luxury. Her family had belonged to a widower, Quintus Swanson, who was a teacher in England in his earlier years until he agreed to move to Savannah to serve as secretary for Governor James Wright. Slavery had been illegal in Georgia when the colony was founded, but it soon became apparent that plantation owners in Virginia and the Carolinas had a huge competitive advantage in using slave labor. Under intense pressure, Georgia’s royal government finally legalized slavery in 1750, and the trade built up rapidly. Within a few years, the Savannah slave market was auctioning as many as 260 newly arrived slaves in a day.
When Mr. Swanson arrived in Savannah in 1766 and reported to Sir James for duty, he was surprised and disturbed to hear the governor announce proudly that he would furnish him a small cottage east of the town and that two African adults had been assigned to care for his personal needs. The governor brushed aside his quiet demurrals about the servants, but Swanson had actively condemned slavery while he was in England and was determined to grant manumission to the black couple as soon as possible.