send
offenders against the law, political prisoners and the like who were not
judged quite worthy of the gallows or the block, to what in Charles the
Second's day were called His Majesty's Plantations--our colonies, that
is, in America or the West Indies. Not only were "incorrigible rogues,
vagabonds, and sturdy beggars" thus dealt with, but those also who
attended illegal prayer-meetings found themselves in the same box if
they happened to have been previously convicted of this heinous offence;
and the moss-troopers of Northumberland and Cumberland were treated in
similar fashion when taken--deported from their own heathery hills and
grey, weeping skies, to the hot swamps and savannahs of Jamaica or
Virginia. In the beginning, those sentenced were merely compelled, under
penalty of what Weir of Hermiston called being "weel haangit," to remove
themselves to the Plantations. Later, a custom sprang up under which
criminals of all sorts were delivered over by the authorities to the
tender mercies of contractors, who engaged to land them in the West
Indies or America, it being one of the conditions of the contract that
the services of the prisoner were the property of the contractor for a
given number of years. On landing, these wretched prisoners were put up
to auction and sold to the highest bidder--in other words, they were
slaves. Many men made large sums of money in this inhuman trade,
trafficking in the lives of their fellow-countrymen. The thing at last
reached such a pitch that practically no able-bodied man was safe from
the danger of being kidnapped, sold to some dealer, and shipped off to
slavery in the Plantations. That was the fate of many a young man who
mysteriously disappeared from the ken of his friends in those
seventeenth- and eighteenth-century days. Once shipped to the
Plantations, the chance was small of a man ever returning to his native
land. Fever, brought on by exposure to the hot sun and heavy rain of a
tropical or semi-tropical climate, took care of that; in the West
Indies, at least, they died like flies. Not many had the luck, or the
constitution, of one Henry Morgan, who, kidnapped in Bristol when a boy
and sold as a slave in Barbadoes, lived to be one of the most famous--or
rather notorious--buccaneers of all time, and died a knight,
Lieutenant-Governor of Jamaica, and commander of our forces in that
island.

It was "Mad Jack Hall's" fortune to save from this fate of being
kidnapped and sen