Note 5 — Chapter XII · DOWN THE NIGER TO SILLA.
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The following is the Duchess of Devonshire’s version of the above incident:—
“The loud wind roared, the rain fell fast, The white man yielded to the blast; He sat him down beneath a tree, For weary, sad, and faint was he, And ah, no wife, no mother’s care For him the milk or corn prepare. Chorus. The white man shall our pity share; Alas, no wife or mother’s care For him the milk or corn prepare. The storm is o’er, the tempest past, And mercy’s voice has hushed the blast, The wind is heard in whispers low, The white man far away must go, But ever in his heart must bear Remembrance of the negro’s care. Chorus. Go, white man, go—but with thee bear The negro’s wish, the negro’s prayer, Remembrance of the negro’s care.”