"I'll no be certain o' that, Captain. I would hae some scruples mysel'

anent buying and selling men and women o' any colour. We hae no

quotations from the other world, and it may be the Almighty holds his

black men at as high a figure as his white men. I'm just speculating,

you ken. I hae a son--my third son, Alexander Semple, o' Boston--wha has

made money on the Africans. I hae told him, likewise, that trading in

wheat and trading in humanity may hae ethical differences; but every one

settles his ain bill, and I'll hae enough to do to secure mysel'."

Batavius was puzzled; and at the words "ethical differences," his big

brown hand was "in the hair" at once. He scratched his head and looked

doubtfully at Semple, whose face was peculiarly placid and thoughtful

and kindly.

"Men must work, Elder, and these blacks won't work unless they are

forced to. I, who am a baptized Christian, have to do my duty in this

life; and, as for pagans, they must be made to do it. I am myself a

great lover of morality, and that is what I think. Also, you may read in

the Scriptures, that St. Paul says that if a man will not work, neither

shall he eat."

"St. Paul dootless kent a' about the question o' forced labour, seeing

that he lived when baith white and black men were sold for a price.

However, siller in the hand answers a' questions and the dominie made a

vera true observe one Sabbath, when he said that the Almighty so ordered

things in this warld that orthodoxy and good living led to wealth and

prosperity."

"That is the truth," answered Justice Van Gaasbeeck; "Holland is Holland

because she has the true faith. You may see that in France there is

anarchy and bloodshed and great poverty; that is because they are Roman

Catholics."

It was at this moment that Katherine came and stood behind her father's

chair. She let her hand fall down over his shoulder, and he raised his

own to clasp it. "What is it, then, mijn Katrijntje kleintje?"

"It is to dance. Mother says 'yes' if thou art willing."

"Then I say 'yes,' also."

For a moment she laid her cheek against his; and the happy tears came

into his eyes, and he stroked her face, and half-reluctantly let

Batavius lead her away. For, at the first mention of a dance, Batavius

had risen and put down his pipe; and in a few minutes he was

triumphantly guiding Joanna in a kind of mazy waltzing movement, full of

spirit and grace.




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