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Broken Branches Chapters 3-6

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Chapter Three
Knowledge of his true parentage was kept from Philip, and he did not give the fact of him not looking at all like his adoptive parents any thought.  They ran a small café near the docks, and Philip worked as a server of food and drink.  He also cleared the tables of dirty dishes and washed them when he did not have an order to serve.

Hearing tales of exotic lands like Egypt, Malta and Spain had Philip longing to see them for himself.  Just after he turned ten, he was given an opportunity to do so.

There was a big problem, however.  For the man Philip thought of as being his father had never wanted him.  So, when it started looking like he might lose his café because of being unable to pay his debts, he sold Philip to the captain of an Arabian ship, who was delighted to have a young boy as a slave to pass long hours out at sea with.  I will not provide any details, but I can tell you that the abuse Philip suffered was very hard for me to take.

Thankfully, the years seemed to pass by in matter of seconds, but having to spend even just a second in a situation like that would be way too much for my comfort.  At least the captain came to actually love Philip, and he killed three of his crew when he caught them trying to rape him down in the forward cargo hold one night.

By the time Philip turned twenty, he had been released from his bondage and made a regular member of the crew.  When he saw that not all of the sailors were willing to recognize his new status, he decided to jump ship as soon as he could.

While the ship was anchored in the harbor of Tunis awaiting its turn to dock, Philip made his escape by diving overboard and swimming to shore.  He slept in an alley on the opposite side of the city from the waterfront that night, and he awoke the next morning to see a man looking down at him with a kindly expression on his face.

His name was Ajai, and it turned out that Philip had slept near the back entrance to his silversmith shop.  Since he had been considering employing a helper, he looked upon Philip as maybe being an answer to his prayers.  The feeling was mutual between him and Philip—be assured.

It did not take Philip long to start making life much easier on Ajai by cleaning up around the shop and running errands around town, but it was in dealing with customers that he proved to be the most valuable.  For he was soon fairly fluent in speaking and understanding several languages just from interacting with the different people coming by to see what items were for sale.  This freed Ajai from having to stop making something whenever a potential customer came by.  This delighted him, and Philip truly loved helping the customers buy something when he could.

Oh, but then there were the Scots.  They were friendly enough, but a price could never be settled up until at least an hour of haggling was endured.  Making it even worse was that very few sales resulted because of Philip starting out with a very low price to begin with.

Philip soon came up with a solution to the problem with Scots, though.  For when one would come in and take a fancy to something, the price Philip would quote him would be double what the item would be normally sold at, and even when a Scot would give in too quickly during the required haggling, Philip would still sell it to him at the normal price, which would make the Scot think that he was getting a really great deal.

These were very happy days for Philip, but he wanted to do more than merely sell Ajai’s wares.  For he wanted to at least help in the making of them, as well.

When Philip told Ajai about him wanting to learn how to make the things he did, Ajai jumped for joy.  For he thought of Philip as being the son he always wanted to have, and he had been hoping that he would want to follow in his footsteps.

So, Ajai asked his friend, who had a blacksmith shop a few doors down, if he would mind letting Philip get his hands dirty (quite literally) learning the basics to working with metals.  For Ajai rarely had enough silver on hand to allow for practice runs and keep the shop stocked with finished items.

The blacksmith was happy to have the free help, and Philip was soon working the bellows to the furnace, pounding out impurities in heated iron bars and shaping them into everything from simple chain-links to scimitars.  With him being a very fast study, it was not long before Philip was back in Ajai’s shop making silver inserts for the handles of some of those scimitars.

Philip even made his own sword, which was quite unique in design.  For it had a long, straight blade that started tapering considerably around two feet from the handle.  This gave it the advantageous length and strength of a broad sword without so much of the weight, along with moving the center of balance closer to the handle, which made it much easier to wield than a traditional broad sword would be.

When word of Philip’s sword design spread across the land, swordsmen from as far away as the Arabian Peninsula came by to offer challenges.  Several broken scimitars proved that his sword had more than enough strength to defend against the hacking motion most commonly used by those wielding scimitars.

Of course, Philip displayed a great deal of skill with his sword, and this did not go unnoticed.  Since he always offered to repair the broken scimitars without charge, he became much more highly respected than greatly feared, which is just the way Philip and Ajai wanted it to be.

There was one challenge that did not end well at all, though.  Well, at least not for the challengers.  For four former shipmates of Philip’s were waiting for him next to the back door of Ajai’s shop one night, and as soon as he opened the back door to leave for the evening, one of them tried to sever his head with one slash.

If Philip had not wrapped around his neck part of the iron chain he was headed out to give back to the blacksmith after Ajai had finished using it, he would have surely found himself without a head attached.  Instead, he stumbled back into the shop and came out with his sword firmly in hand.  Less than a minute later, four of Philips former shipmates lay dying at his feet.

Philip was quite distraught over the attack.  For it was the first time he had seen someone die—let alone killed someone, and he seriously considered destroying the sword to stop the challenges from coming.

Then it came to him that the attack of his former shipmates had very little to do with his famous sword.  For he did not doubt that they were sorely jealous of his success in general, but he figured that they were actually more there to rob Ajai than just to deprive him of another moment of possible happiness.

News of Philip’s successful defense of Ajai’s shop reached the court of the ruler of Tunis, and he sent for Ajai and Philip to appear before him.  They were both very worried about possibly being in great trouble, but it was soon made clear that they were there to be honored.

Ajai was asked to become the exclusive silversmith for the ruler, and Philip was made an offer that he could not refuse.  Okay, I am employing a little artistic license for dramatic effect here.  For Philip was actually asked to train the ruler’s troops in fighting techniques, and what it was about the offer that he felt like he could not refuse was the hand of the ruler’s youngest daughter, Fatima, in marriage.

Oh my, Fatima was a beauty beyond compare, and she soon proved to Philip that she was as beautiful on the inside as she was on the outside.  Furthermore, she had been longing to get to know Philip since the first time she had seen him while on a shopping trip to Ajai’s shop not long after Philip started working for him.  In fact, Philip had actually waited on her group, but since they were in disguise as visitors from out of town, with Fatima pretending to be the consort of one of the men in the group and covered in veils from head to toe, he had no idea who she really was.

Philip and Fatima were soon married in an extravagant ceremony, and the celebrations lasted for well over a week.  Exactly 266 days after their wedding night, Fatima gave birth to their son, who they named Hannibal in honor of one of her ancestors.  Three more sons and four daughters followed Hannibal.

After Ajai died, Philip took over as the head silversmith for the ruler of Tunis, and he soon became highly renowned for his work with all sorts of metals.  The weapons Philip made were especially prized, but he refused to make another sword like his own.  The ruler of Tunis respected his decision, and those desiring one eventually stopped asking.

It was a generally blissful life that Philip and Fatima lived for the rest of their days in Tunis.  As if it was not already obvious enough that they had been made for each other, they died on the same day, with Fatima passing less than an hour after Philip did.  There were some problems along the way, though.

Chapter Four
Despite the best efforts of his parents, Hannibal grew to be a very arrogant man.  There was also a great meanness to his general disposition.

Hannibal had delighted in tormenting his younger brothers and sisters throughout their childhood.  He once went so far as to set fire to the hair of one of his sisters after she had spent hours receiving a beeswax treatment in preparation for attendance at a special celebration for the ruler of Tunis.

Thankfully, the fire was put out before she suffered any significant burns to her skin, but the incident left some deep emotional scars.  Quite in character, Hannibal would burst into derisive laughter whenever he saw her warily eyeing an open flame.

Hannibal never showed any interest in following in the footsteps of his father and becoming a master craftsman.  It was a very different story when it came to swordsmanship, though.

It was while practicing with the son of the captain of the palace guard that Hannibal cut off his left hand and laughed at his despair.  When the ruler heard what had happened, Hannibal was banished.

Hannibal also laughed when the captain of the guard told that it was out of great respect for Philip that he had refrained from exercising his right to cut off his left hand.  When Hannibal told the captain that he was welcome to try if he could ever summon the courage, the captain just smiled and had the city gates closed until Hannibal was out of sight as a symbolic gesture to him no longer being welcome there.

Hannibal wandered about while dreaming of becoming a feared swordsman for hire to the highest bidder.  However, his skills were proving to be somewhat lacking.  On two occasions, he had to take refuge in a cave to heal up after he had been bested in a fight that he had started and the opponent wanted to finish for good.

One night in a seedy tavern near the docks of Tripoli, Hannibal found himself sitting at the table of some crewmen from a French pirate ship that was being supported by some very wealthy Tripoli merchants in exchange for a portion of their loot.  They knew enough Arabic to regale him with tales of their conquests on the high seas, and by the time the party ended, Hannibal was convinced that they were living the kind of life he had been looking for.

Hannibal followed the crewmen back to their ship, and he was welcomed aboard by the captain.  A few days later, he left port on the ship as a rear gunner’s mate on a Spanish ten-pounder.

As with most pirate ships of that day and age, the cannons were a mix of those taken from captured ships.  When a better ship was captured, the captain would transfer his flag to it, but in most cases, a captured merchant ship was stripped of what weapons it had and sailed (or towed) to a port that would allow for the safe offloading of the cargo.

The pirates usually had a buyer for their stolen cargo already lined up, and this included a buyer for the surviving crews and passengers of the captured ships, as well.  More wealthy passengers were held for ransom while the rest would be sold to slave traders.

Hannibal thought it made good business sense to break in girls who were surely destined to become prostitutes in brothels run by rich Arabs, and this almost cost him his life.  For virgins fetched a very high price, and he had to jump ship to escape the captain’s wrath after he discovered what Hannibal had been doing.

Since Hannibal had developed a taste for more than just fighting by then, he sought employment as at least a bouncer in a brothel after he put some distance between him and the captain.  He secured such a position in the far southern part of Alexandria around a month later.

Hannibal was forbidden from having sex with any of the girls, and he behaved himself for the first six months at the brothel.  Although, it was easy to see that he did not like it one bit.  Some of the more hardened girls took great delight in adding to his frustration by calling for him to escort the customer from their room before they had finished performing whatever service they were providing at the time.

Oh my, I found out that my sexual imagination was not nearly as wild as I thought it was within a few days of being in that brothel.  Hannibal seemed to take it all in stride, though.

Hannibal knew that he dare not mess with any of the girls teasing him.  For he figured that they would surely tell the owner out of spite, and killing them after relieving his tension would be even harder to explain.

Nonetheless, he had to do something.  For the pressure was reaching the extreme limits of his self-control.

When he saw a very lovely lass arriving in the dead of one night, he thought he was home free.  For she looked like she was from the northern part of Europe, which made her having any kinsmen nearby highly unlikely, and she was obviously scared to death.  So, a couple of nights later, Hannibal snuck into her room and had his way with her.

The girl’s name was Claire, and Hannibal’s instincts were right about her.  For she was too scared of him killing her to say a word to anyone about what he was doing to her.  So, night after night, Hannibal kept coming by.

What Hannibal had failed to notice was that she was not to be turned out as a prostitute.  For she was the daughter of wealthy businessman in Edinburgh, and the owner of the brothel had decided that she would make a whole lot more for him as a hostage than a prostitute.  Furthermore, it was in the hope of negotiating for a much higher price to obtain her release that she was being kept away from patrons of his establishment.

When it became hard not to notice that Claire was pregnant, she told the owner what Hannibal had been doing to her.  The owner received some more bad news soon after.  For it was discovered that Hannibal had slipped out of the brothel while Claire was in his office, but it gave him some comfort to know that he had enough money to insure a very slow and painful death for Hannibal after his capture.

While waiting on someone to find Hannibal, the owner seriously considered just having Claire killed.  For a pregnant prostitute is not worth much, and he figured that her family would not pay all that high of a price for her being released in such a condition.

Thankfully, her father soon arrived at the front door of the brothel and offered a great deal of money for her release in whatever condition she may be in.  The owner did not even bother to haggle over the price, and Claire was soon on her way back to Scotland, with her father’s ship being escorted by two British warships.

With it being what even I could see as a measure of Divine justice, Amil, who was Hannibal’s youngest brother, walked into the brothel office one day and convinced the owner that the best way to humiliate such an arrogant man as Hannibal was to let him die in a fair fight with someone he had delighted in tormenting years before.  Around a month later, a bounty hunter brought Hannibal back to the brothel after finding him in one of the caves he had hid in after being banished from Tunis.  Oh, and it was with the help of information provided by Amil that Hannibal was found.

Hannibal had a vicious snarl on his lips as he faced Amil in the alley behind the brothel.  Less than five minutes later, Hannibal’s head was separated from the rest of his body, and he had been given four minutes to hurl insults at his youngest brother, the owner of the brothel and all of the rest in attendance.

Amil had been wielding their father’s legendary sword, and with tears streaming down his face, he told the crowd in the alley that he hoped no member of his family would ever again bring harm to an innocent.  He then started his solemn journey back home to Tunis.

Despite Hannibal’s death being so very quick, the owner of the brothel was satisfied with the outcome, and Amil’s words obviously had a profound impact upon him.  For he closed the brothel and helped the girls return home if they had a home to return to.  Those who did not were provided food and shelter until they found a way to take care of themselves.

Hey, he even added four of the best-looking girls to his harem!  No, he was not saint, but considering the way he had been before, he was certainly improving.

Chapter Five
Claire gave birth to Miles, whom she named after her favorite uncle while hoping that her son would see as much success as he had.  For he was even richer than his brother—Claire’s father.

However, Claire’s vision for her son’s future soon became partly cloudy at best.  For her father refused to recognize her son as being a true heir to the MacTavish family fortune, and he swore all on the ship to secrecy about little Miles’ true identity.

He then concocted a story about Claire taking pity upon an abandoned newborn she had found in the hallway to her hotel room in Malta, which is where she was headed before being captured by the pirates.  Claire did not like it, but being the obedient daughter she was, along with being so very grateful for her father coming to her rescue, she agreed to go along with his scheme.

Some might think of young Miles’ situation as being rather strange.  For he was not recognized as being a true member of the MacTavish family while still afforded all of the privileges entitled to the firstborn son of Claire.

Miles did not really mind, and he enjoyed a fairly happy childhood.  Hearing his mother crying in her room at night did make it very hard for him to maintain a smile upon his face at times, though.

Claire refused to entertain any suitors because of feeling unclean from what had happened to her in Alexandria.  When Miles reached eighteen years of age, she entered a Catholic convent in northern England, where she spent the rest of her days upon the earth in solitude when not serving the poor and needy in some way.

Soon after Claire entered the convent, Miles took a position as a simple crewman aboard one of her father’s merchant ships.  He soon distinguished himself as being very able seaman, and five years after coming aboard, he was made captain of the ship.

While docked at the port of Gibraltar, Miles met an absolutely gorgeous girl by the name of Maria.  Around six months later, they were married in a lavish ceremony put on by her parents.

They both swore that it was love at first sight for each, but it took a little convincing to bring her parents around.  For her parents did not like the idea of Miles being out to sea for months at a time while leaving their daughter behind to manage the household by herself.

Miles won over Maria’s parents by developing a program on his ship that allowed for the families of the crew to sail with them from time to time.  Making it easier to institute such a program was that he had only allowed men of the highest character to remain members of his crew over the years.

Bruce MacTavish had always been a very good big brother to Claire, as well as a kindly uncle to Miles.  When he took over the running of the merchant fleet after their father died in a freak accident that involved him being crushed by a huge barrel of Italian wine being offloaded one of his ships on the docks at Leith, Bruce took a special interest in Miles’ career, and he was quite intrigued with his program to allow family members to go on voyages from time to time.

He even considered an expansion of the program to include all of the ships in the fleet, as well as letting all of the company employees and their families go on voyages at least once a year.  For he could see where that could make the employees happier, and happier employees could make for a much more profitable enterprise.

There were many issues to address before the program could be fully implemented, though.  Not the least of these was a re-design of the ships.  For after Claire had been held for ransom, her father stopped his ships from taking on passengers in the hope of making them less of a target for pirates, and what space had been allocated for passenger cabins was converted into extra cargo holds.

Miles suggested that the best course of action would be to have new ships built, which would have enough room for cargo, passengers and added armament, which Bruce readily agreed with.  Whenever a new ship was ready to go to sea, one of the old ships was offered for sale, and since the old ships were well known as being some of the fastest on the high seas, all of them sold very quickly at good prices.

Even with the added armament, security was still of great concern.  The solution settled upon was to have three ships sail together, which both greatly discouraged pirate attacks and encouraged the shipping of more goods on MacTavish ships.

Much cursing from pirates could be heard in many a seedy tavern around the Mediterranean—not to mention on both sides of the Atlantic and Indian oceans.  The same could be heard coming from crooked merchants and slave-traders, of course.

Several of the crooked merchants in Tripoli pooled their dwindling resources, and eight pirate captains were hired to go hunting for MacTavish ships and work as a team to insure their capture.  Although they were reluctant to try trusting one another for a change, the pirate captains could see where sailing as a fleet could be a good thing for them all.

A couple of weeks later, the pirate fleet spotted three MacTavish ships off of the northern coast of Crete, and they could not have picked a worst time to engage.  For Miles was in charge, and his three ships were carrying large cannons forged outside of Istanbul and headed to Algiers.

The forward lookout of Miles’ lead ship had spotted the pirate fleet even before they had spotted the MacTavish ships, and Miles had two of the large cannons brought up on deck out of the cargo holds of each of his three ships and made ready to fire.  This made it possible for him to engage the pirate ships at least two miles before his ships came within range of their biggest guns.

In the first volley, five of the pirate ships were sank while another was left crippled in the water.  The second volley sank the other two pirate ships, and the crippled pirate ship did not attempt to fire upon the MacTavish ships as they drew closer to see what aid they could render.  Yeah, I would have been more inclined to finish off the crippled ship, but Miles was a much more honorable man than I naturally am.

Miles towed the crippled pirate ship into a port on Crete for repairs, and he asked the authorities to not arrest the captain and crew on the spot.  His reasoning was that it would be better for them to be allowed to go back home with a message that the same fate awaited all who dared to harass ships at sea, and the authorities agreed.

Miles’s message was obviously taken to heart.  For pirate attacks upon MacTavish ships stopped completely, and attacks upon other ships declined dramatically.

Some might insist that the sea air had something to do with it.  For Miles and Maria had a total of twelve children by the time they were through.  Needless to say, it was quite a time had by all onboard when their six boys and six girls were old enough to go on voyages altogether.

Miles and Maria had decided to make their home in Edinburgh, but their children spent as much time in Gibraltar as they did Scotland.  Her parents insisted upon it, and Miles was always very glad to accommodate their wishes whenever he could.

On one voyage to Port-au-Prince (on the island of Hispaniola) Miles had his in-laws, Maria and all of their children, along with Bruce and his lovely wife, Sophia onboard.  Since Bruce and Sophia were often seen sitting at a table with Maria and her parents talking about how Miles could be an even better husband and father, Miles did not think he wanted them all onboard again.  Oh, he knew that their talk was meant in jest, but it still made him somewhat nervous, which endeared him to all of them all the more.

Miles and Maria tried to do their best to make sure of their children not turning out to be spoiled brats, but they were outnumbered.  For Bruce and Sophia could not have children of their own, and they had decided against adopting.  So, time spent in Edinburgh could never be considered dull and dreary for their children.

Oh, and Maria’s parents were quite serious about not being outdone by the Scots.  So, time spent in Gibraltar was always practically non-stop fun and games for their grandchildren.

Miles tried to enforce a little discipline upon their children when they were out to sea while they were still fairly young by assigning duties for them to perform, but the crew would work against him there.  For they would sneak around and complete the work while swearing the child to secrecy.

All in all, there was no need for Miles and Maria to worry.  For all of the girls earned high marks in school and married very well.  As an added bonus, it was not long before they started spitting out grandchildren for their parents to get even with.

The three oldest boys absolutely delighted their parents by wanting to become captains of MacTavish ships, which they each accomplished while earning great respect from all in the company by working in almost every aspect of the business before taking the helm of a ship.

The next two boys started out on that route, but decided that they liked working with shippers and receivers more than actually transporting their goods.  They both graduated from Oxford University with law degrees and helped to greatly expand the MacTavish business over the years.

The youngest of the bunch was Angus, who went in a very different direction.  Oh, he worked as a simple crewman on several voyages during the summers of his teens, but he wanted to follow in the footsteps of his Grandmother Claire and be of direct service to the poor and needy instead of just giving money to charities.

When Miles heard of Angus’ plans, he wished he had not of made his mother’s entry into the convent sound so noble, and he thought seriously about forbidding Angus from joining a monastic order closely associated with his mother’s chosen convent.  He even thought about taking Angus to work on the MacTavish docks in Baltimore, Maryland and keeping him there until he changed his mind, but Maria talked him out of doing anything drastic.

With great reluctance, Miles finally gave his blessing.  For he had come to the conclusion that he might lose his son forever if he tried to stand against what Angus believed was the calling of his heart.

Chapter Six
Angus’ first assignment after completing his training was a mission 100 miles into the interior from the west coast of Africa, and all was going very well in the beginning.  For Angus liked the other workers and loved the people they were caring for.

Angus was more interested in feeding bellies than souls, however.  This greatly rankled the sentiments of the monsignor in charge of the mission, but he was gentle in his dealings with Angus.

Others were not so gentle—neither with Angus, nor the natives.  For they considered it to be their sacred duty to make the salvation of savage souls their highest priority.

However, most of the natives at the mission were actually refugees from various tribal wars in the area, and even though they were all very grateful to receive food and shelter, very few showed any genuine interest in abandoning their traditional religious beliefs.  This did not bother Angus, but it infuriated several of his brethren.

As time went by, Angus started noticing a great discrepancy between the number of children and adults at the mission.  Since it was not at all unusual to see two or three adults show up with a dozen or more of the children from their village after it had been attacked, he did not think much of it at first.  Although, when the ratio started approaching 100 children to each adult, Angus started wondering if there was something else going on.

When Angus went to the monsignor with his concerns, it was explained that with several thousand savages flowing in and out of the mission each week, children were bound to be left behind from time to time.  The answer disgusted Angus, but he gave no indication of it to the monsignor.

As Angus was heading to observe mass in the chapel the next morning, the monsignor walked up and instructed him to take a group of thirty adult natives not in attendance of the mass to harvest some wheat from the fields that were planted to the north of the mission.  Angus went to do as he was told without giving it a second thought, but the look of great fear in the eyes of the natives he asked to go along troubled him greatly.

A couple of hours after arriving at the first field, Angus discovered why there were so many more children than adults at the mission.  For a band of five Arabs and at least fifty tribal warriors came out of the jungle and immediately started putting the natives with him in chains.  When three of the natives tried to escape, two were shot dead by the Arabs, and the other was clubbed senseless by five of the tribal warriors.

As Angus screamed at the abusers to stop, one of the Arabs walked up to him.  With a big smile upon his face, he asked Angus if he thought Jesus would come to their rescue.  Angus offered nothing in reply, and he remained silent as he was led away in chains with the rest of his group.

They were marched several miles to where they joined a much larger group of captives, and then they were off again.  This repeated several times, and by the time they reached the coast, there were close to 1,000 captives in the group.

Angus kept his mouth shut along the way, but he held his ears wide open.  From his voyages with his father, Arabic was one of many languages he had developed a fair understanding of, and little by little, he learned that an American slave-trader had contracted for the purchase of as many slaves as he could get, which the Arabs were very happy to help with.

987 captives were stuffed into the cargo holds of three docked ships immediately upon the arrival of Angus’ group at the port.  Angus found the number of ships rather ironic, but he almost fainted when he saw what looked like a MacTavish flag flying from the main mast of each ship.  He felt better when a closer view revealed that it was a fake.

While down in the cargo hold of the middle ship in line, Angus thought about how differently his life would have been if he had of just followed in the footsteps of his father.  What was done was done, but he still wanted to believe that he had a lot of life left to live.

Angus survived the voyage, along with 315 other captives.  Most the dead and obviously dying had been tossed overboard along the way.  For it is not good for business to dock with more dead than alive onboard.

Pierre Chastain was the contracting American slave-trader, and he had his men herd the captives into his warehouse on Sullivan Island in the harbor of Charleston, South Carolina.  The captives were then inspected and categorized in preparation for their auction to the highest bidder.

Most of the men would be sold as slaves to work in the fields throughout the south, along with some western states and territories.  Higher bids went for those who looked like they had a lot of work in them, of course.

Many of the women were also consigned to that fate, but the better-looking ones could fetch a higher price if they showed some aptitude for domestic duties, such as cooking and cleaning.  Teenaged girls often fetched even higher prices as potential breeders.

Not unlike a cattle auction, the highest prices went for the male breeders.  Speaking of such, when Angus told one of Chastain’s men what he name was, he was told that he would be hereby known as Bull, and the owner of a large plantation near Pearl, Mississippi paid a record amount for him at the auction.

Angus’ new owner could have taken him on a train from Charleston to New Orleans.  This would have cut several weeks off of the trip to his plantation in a horse-drawn vehicle, but he wanted to show off his new prized-bull along the way in the hope of receiving a faster return on his investment.

Fancying himself as being quite a showman, Angus’ owner had him transported in an eight foot-square cage on a flatbed wagon.  This placed Angus in full view of the crowds that often lined the streets after his owner sent two of his men to ride ahead on horseback to announce their approach whenever coming up on a town.  With him standing well over six feet in height—not to mention his broad shoulders and slim waist, Angus was indeed a very impressive physical specimen to behold, and it was almost like the carnival had come to town in some places.

Each night was spent as the quest of honor in the main house of a nearby plantation.  That is, it was Angus’ owner who was received as the guest of honor while Angus was kept in his cage.  Nonetheless, Angus was afforded the shelter of a barn to protect him from facing too much exposure to the elements.

No, it was not all non-stop partying at the plantations for Angus’ owner.  Although, it could be argued that it really was.  For he was there to secure contracts for Angus servicing of what they considered to be their prime breeding stock, and business was good at $100 for three tries per turn, with no guarantee of pregnancy.

No, Angus’ owner had no intention of putting him out to work in the fields.  Well, at least not until he could no longer to perform.

When they finally made it back to his plantation, Angus’ owner had him placed in a fairly large room that had a bed on one side and a set of heavy wooden stocks on the opposite side.

Some might think that Angus had it made, but I was there to see it all.  By the way, the stocks were there to facilitate the breeding process while the bed was for Angus to rest in between sessions.

Angus’ room was large enough to allow room for the owners of the girls/women to watch in order to make sure of getting what they had paid for.  Angus’ owner (or at least one of his trusted men) was always also in attendance, of course.

No, there was nothing romantic about a breeding session.  For a girl/woman would be led into the room, stripped naked and secured in the stocks.  An incredibly beautiful light-skinned black woman was there to orally-stimulate Angus when it was needed.  Her teeth had been pulled for this purpose after her womb had proven to be barren, and despite Angus’ best efforts, he could never resist her expert manipulations.

At the risk of being too graphic, the light-skinned black woman was there to also help the girls/women to prepare for a successful copulation when it was needed.  For Angus was very well-endowed.

Whenever it was the first turn for a teenaged girl, her mouth would be gagged and a thick cloth sack was placed over her head before she was led into the room.  The sack would be removed to insure enough air after Angus had entered her, but several fainted as soon as they felt him start.  A saw horse would be placed under the belly of those who went especially limp.

As contracted, the girls/women had three sessions with Angus to increase the probability of them becoming pregnant by him.  The first session would occur around mid-morning, the second in the afternoon and the third in the evening of the same day.  Amazingly, Angus never failed to perform.

The sessions were held six days of every week, with only Sundays being an off-day so that the owner and his family could attend services at the Southern Baptist church his grandfather had arranged to be built by his slaves on the edge of the plantation.  This schedule was maintained for two years without any interruptions.

Oh, but Sundays were not a day-off for Angus.  For while the owner and his family were at church, some of the hired-hands would tie Angus to the bedposts and let lustful white women have their way with him.  The plantation foreman actually became somewhat wealthy from these arrangements.

Those arrangements ultimately cost both the foreman and the owner of the plantation everything, though.  For Angus contracted syphilis from one of the white women, and when several of the girls/women he serviced afterward also came down with the disease, their owners came looking for blood.


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2 comments:

  1. Shadow

    Oh, your imagination knows no limits, I love all the paths you're travelling on, so diverse.

  1. Jerry E Beuterbaugh

    Thanks for stopping by, my dear Shadow!!! I tried to mix in some good with all of the bad. Hopefully, it will all make sense in the end.