is Opportunity, one _Sunday_, when all the
_Whites_ were overtaken in Drink, as there were abundance of several
Trades, and _Slaves_ for four Years, that inhabited among the _Negro_
Houses; and _Sunday_ being their Day of Debauch, (otherwise they were a
sort of Spies upon _Caesar_) he went, pretending out of Goodness to 'em,
to feast among 'em, and sent all his Musick, and order'd a great Treat
for the whole Gang, about three hundred _Negroes_, and about an hundred
and fifty were able to bear Arms, such as they had, which were
sufficient to do Execution, with Spirits accordingly: For the _English_
had none but rusty Swords, that no Strength could draw from a Scabbard;
except the People of particular Quality, who took Care to oil 'em, and
keep 'em in good Order: The Guns also, unless here and there one, or
those newly carried from _England_, would do no Good or Harm; for 'tis
the Nature of that Country to rust and eat up Iron, or any Metals but
Gold and Silver. And they are very expert at the Bow, which the
_Negroes_ and _Indians_ are perfect Masters of.

_Caesar_, having singled out these Men from the Women and Children, made
an Harangue to 'em, of the Miseries and Ignominies of Slavery; counting
up all their Toils and Sufferings, under such Loads, Burdens and
Drudgeries, as were fitter for Beasts than Men; senseless Brutes, than
human Souls. He told 'em, it was not for Days, Months or Years, but for
Eternity; there was no End to be of their Misfortunes: They suffer'd not
like Men, who might find a Glory and Fortitude in Oppression; but like
Dogs, that lov'd the Whip and Bell, and fawn'd the more they were
beaten: That they had lost the divine Quality of Men, and were become
insensible Asses, fit only to bear: Nay, worse; an Ass, or Dog, or
Horse, having done his Duty, could lie down in Retreat, and rise to work
again, and while he did his Duty, endur'd no Stripes; but Men,
villanous, senseless Men, such as they, toil'd on all the tedious Week
'till _Black Friday_; and then, whether they work'd or not, whether they
were faulty or meriting, they, promiscuously, the Innocent with the
Guilty, suffer'd the infamous Whip, the sordid Stripes, from their
Fellow-Slaves, 'till their Blood trickled from all Parts of their Body;
Blood, whose every Drop ought to be revenged with a Life of some of
those Tyrants that impose it. 'And why (_said he_) my dear Friends and
Fellow-sufferers, should we be Slaves to an unknown People? Have th