“Charlottesville is a good place at all times, especially now that Burgoyne’s troops are imprisoned there. I should think you might also find it profitable to return, for the prisoners kept there have put money in circulation and made work. By the way, I haven’t seen you since you sold your horse to my overseer. I felt badly about that because I knew you didn’t let him go without a sacrifice. I will give you a letter and when you get back you take it to Monticello and get the colt. You can pay me at your convenience.”
This was unexpected good fortune, and Rodney felt very grateful. “I wish I had Nat here. I would start to-morrow,” he remarked to Zeb as they walked on.
“Thar seems to be no such thing as complete satisfaction in this world. Now, if I had a home fer Melicite an’ me to go to, well, I reckon I’d be a little easier in mind.”
“Come to Charlottesville with me. You heard what Mr. Jefferson said about business being brisk there. It’s only a little village, but we’ll find some way to turn a dollar. You’ve got to come, unless you can find something better.”
And so it happened that Rodney and his friend and Melicite, who arrived in due time, all found their way to Charlottesville, and also found home and opportunity.
Rodney was surprised on his first visit to the quarters of the “Convention troops,” as they were called. On Colonel Harvey’s estate, about five miles distant from the Court House at Charlottesville, barracks and camps had been erected for the prisoners, who were constructing a building to be used as a theatre. Many of them had vegetable gardens, one officer, it was said, having spent nearly five hundred dollars for seed to be planted by his men.
When these prisoners had arrived there the previous winter, after a march of over seven hundred miles from Massachusetts, the hillside, which now bloomed, was desolate and bleak. But few buildings had been erected, and about the only provisions obtainable were corn meal and water. All that had been changed as by magic, and many of the poor fellows had not known such comfort since leaving their homes in England, 259 while most of the Hessians were faring better than they ever had done at home.
It will be recalled that Gates had weakly consented to terms which allowed Burgoyne’s soldiers to be transported to England on condition they should not fight against America. He was so eager to secure a surrender, that he evidently did not stop to consider that these soldiers could be used in England to replace those stationed there, who in turn could be sent to America. Shrewder men were quick to see the mistake and to take advantage of any circumstance to prevent it. Such a circumstance was afforded by Burgoyne himself, who, not liking the quarters assigned to him in Massachusetts, had declared the terms of the surrender had been broken. Moreover, when the Americans were ready to let the troops go on their arrival in Massachusetts, the British would not provide transportation, and by the time they were ready the Americans had various pretexts for not complying with the terms of the surrender. The British declared their opponents acted in bad faith. Undoubtedly many Americans believed England would act in bad faith if she could get the troops back.
Zeb’s attitude on this question was that of many Americans. “I don’t care to argue the matter,” he said. “I can if necessary; the argyments been’t all on one side.”