Cast for Lag

Cast for Lag by Sheila Kaye-Smith

A rum-pad — a highwayman — stands on the pine-fringed shore of the Pamunkey, listening to the roar of the torrent and sighing for his Jenny. He recalls being cast for lag: sentenced to transportation. He was flung into the stinking hold of a slaver, kicked and flogged like a vagrant cur, and reflects bitterly that such treatment was hard on a gentleman who sighed for pretty Jenny. Bought by a planter, he was driven many miles under a sweltering sun, lashed together with a foul, black negro; each time he stumbled the whip fell on his back, and he sighed for Jenny. Set to work in the sugar canes, he suffers hunger, thirst, and the sun's hot pains, sleeping at night among a filthy crew, tossing and sweating, and dreaming wretched dreams of Jenny. His miserable days pass in grinding toil beneath a torrid sky, amid pain, hate, thirst, and wild hunger, weeping at night like a beaten child, and calling on pretty Jenny to pray for him.

By Sheila Kaye-Smith · Genre: Poetry, Narrative Poetry, Ballad · 259 words

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On the Pamunkey's pine-fringed shore -- / Lord! how drear is the torrent's roar! / Sits the gentleman rum-pad, slave, / Watching the leap of the restless wave, / And sighing for his Jenny.

Cast for lag was this scampsman bold, / Flung in a slaver's stinking hold, / Kicked and flogged like a vagrant cur -- / That was hard on a gentleman, Sir, / Who sighed for pretty Jenny.

Bought by a planter and driven away / Many a mile on a sweltering day, / Lashed to a negro, foul and black, / Each time I stumbled the whip on my back, / Lord! how I sighed for Jenny.

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highwayman · penal transportation · slavery · plantation · Virginia · colonial America · love · lost love · separation · longing · nostalgia · despair

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