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Recollections of
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The way to the Briars winds out of the town by roads cut in the side of the mountain. I cannot say I saw much of this road or the surrounding seenery, on my first journey to our distant abode; I was on that occasion put into a basket, and carried on a negro's head, who trudged away with me very merrily, singing some joyous air. Occasionally he put me down to rest, and, grinning from ear to car, asked me if I felt comfortable in my little nest. I was rather frightened, as this was the first time I had seen a black man; but I soon reconciled myself to him, and we became great friends. He told me, he generally carried vegetables into the valley, and appeared highly honoured, and proud that a living burden should have been confided to his care. I was soon deposited in safety at the door of the Briars, and bade adieu to my sable bearer, who went away quite delighted with some little present my father gave him for making himself so amiable to me.

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