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What is the name of the tune that Jonathan always whistles?
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As writers we all know that our stories do not start
on page one of our books. If our characters are to breathe life we have to know
their history. We may never use that history, but without knowing it we cannot
create believable characters. The character of Samuel in Delighting In Your Company
is one I found particularly interesting to research and write.
The year is
1798. We are in Equatorial Africa. Samu awoke
early that morning. He could hear the parrots chattering in the trees,
heralding the dawn. This was an important day. Today he would accompany the men
of the village as they went into the surrounding jungle to hunt for food for
the tribe. It would be his first time as a hunter. It meant he was no longer a
child. He had lived through twelve rainy seasons and was now old enough to be
recognized as a man. To be given adult status in the Koromantyn tribe.
As Samu
stretched and rose from his rush mat, he heard a sudden scream and then shouts
from outside. Rushing to the door of his
family hut, he saw a raiding party from a distant village rounding up the men
of his village. His father had already
been captured.
Samu moved
to run to his father, but his mother grasped him from behind. “No, Samu. Not
you too.”
“I must go.
I must help him.” Struggling he broke loose and ran to his father.
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The trek to
the Gold Coast was long and arduous. Their captors had little care for the
prisoners beyond giving them enough food and water to keep them alive. They
were slaves now, and their black masters were not benevolent.
With the
others, Samu was placed in the hold of the ship, chained to a narrow plank bed.
The men were so close together they
could not easily turn over and the deck above them was so low they could not
stand erect.
Once a day,
buckets were lowered with food, usually a thin broth. Water was scarce. Within
three days the stench was unbearable. Samu was suffocating for air, starving,
and thirsty, but his father told him to be brave.
Then the sickness
began among them. There was dysentery and small pox. Each morning the bodies of
the dead were taken out and thrown unceremoniously into the sea. One morning,
Samu’s father was among the dead.
The boy no
longer spoke. He withdrew to a safe place inside his head and simply survived.
Finally they reached land. They were led down a gangplank to a holding pen. The
air was soft and scented with spices. It was possible to breathe again.
The next
morning the auction began.
Samu peered
through the cracks of the holding pen.
The men from his village and many others were being sold to planters who
needed them to perform the backbreaking work of harvesting and processing cane.
The naked men on the auction block were large and powerful. They brought high
prices, the bidding coming fast and furious.
Suddenly someone
grabbed Samu, took him from the pen and pushed him roughly up onto the
platform. He tried not to show fear, but he was terrified, trembling.
The
auctioneer looked at him.
“I’ll admit he ain’t much, but he might be
some use as kitchen help. Don’t know how he got into this batch. Was supposed
to be all field workers. What am I bid? Come on gentlemen, got to move along.
Don’t nobody want this scrawny piece o’ nigger flesh?”
There
was a moment’s silence. Then from the back of the crowd,
“I’ll
take him. Ten guineas.” The speaker was a boy no older than the one on the
block.
“Ten
guineas?” the auctioneer sneered. “Might as well give ’im away. What am I bid,
gentlemen?”
The
crowd was silent. The boy reached into his pocket and counted out a handful of
change. “Ten guineas and twelve
bob.”
Someone
in the crowd called out. “Jonathan Evans. Your pappy know how you’re
squanderin’ his money?”
The
crowd broke into raucous laughter.
“Never you mind.” The auctioneer took control. “The boy’s money’s
as good as anybody else’s. You got yourself a slave, boy. Come and git him.”
Jonathan had
bought a friend. Taking the boy by the hand Jonathan led him back to Evans
Plantation.
There he
confronted his father with what he had done.
Ernest Evans was a first startled, but realized that a companion might
be just what the lonely, motherless boy needed. And so Jonathan Evans had a
slave.
The naked
boy was bathed and clothed and fed while Jonathan watched. Only then
did Jonathan try to speak to him. The boy clearly spoke no English.
“Jonathan”
the blue eyed white boy said, pointing to himself.
The black
child at first looked puzzled.
“Jonathan,”
tapping his chest. He looked at the black boy and touched him.
The boy’s
eyes lit with understanding. “Jonathan” he said pointing to his new master.
Then he tapped his own chest. “Samu” he said.
“Samu? No. Samuel.”
Jonathan replied.
Over the
next years, the young slave, newly named Samuel, sat beside his master as
Jonathan took lessons with his Jesuit tutor. Samuel quickly learned English.
Jonathan studied Greek, Latin, History and
Mathematics. Jonathan was a desultory student, but Samuel absorbed everything.
When freed from their lessons the two boys swam
and hiked and fished and explored the island together. They were
inseparable. They grew up side by side,
the tall, laughing, blue-eyed, devil-may-care Jonathan, and the small, dark,
intellectual, intense Samuel.
Sometimes
Samuel thought back to the time when he had been Samu and lived in the jungle
with his mother and father and younger brothers and sisters. But on the whole,
he was content with his new life and he was devoted to Jonathan.
Jonathan’s father died when he was just twenty-one.
Jonathan’s first act upon taking control of the plantation was to give Samuel
his freedom. Then he immediately hired him back as Plantation Manager.
This was a
job at which Samuel excelled. It was Samuel who ensured that Evans Plantation
didn’t fall into the quagmire that overtook the cane-sugar industry in the
early 1800’s, when the European market discovered that sugar could be made more
cheaply from beets.
When Delighting
In Your Company begins, Samuel is a man of twenty-one. He is still slight of figure. He wears wire framed glasses and
always looks a bit puzzled by the world in which he finds himself. He’s black,
but he’s not a slave. He’s educated and well read. He knows much about the culture of the white
western world, but he understands and empathizes with the world of the slaves.
The world of Jumbies, the walking dead, and of Obeah, the black magic brought
to the West Indies from Africa. It is this latter understanding that saves the
day when the lives of Jonathan and Amalie, Jonathan’s fiancé, are in peril.
As a writer
I found depicting the life-long friendship between these two men both
interesting and challenging. The
template for their relationship was established centuries ago, by the
friendship between David and Jonathan in the Old Testament.
And in the
end, Jonathan gave Samuel the greatest gift he could have given. The gift of family.
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