Morgan looked at me quietly and nodded.
“What was it?—a new spade?”
“Nay, boy; but people to use spades and hoes—’specially the last.”
“But you can’t buy people.”
“Can’t you, boy?”
“Only slaves. Oh, I say, Morgan! I know; you wanted father to buy some slaves.”
“Ay, boy, that’s it. Every one else here’s doing it, so why shouldn’t we?”
“I don’t know,” I said, thoughtfully. “I know this,” I cried; “that schooner that came into the river has got slaves on board.”
“That’s right, Master George, boy. Cargo of blacks from the Guinea coast, and our neighbours are buying ’em so fast that there won’t be one left if we want any.”
“We don’t want any,” I said, indignantly.