THE AFRICAN TRADER,

 

CHAPTER I.

My father, after meeting with a severe reverse of fortune, dies,
and my sisters and I are lefé destitute.—Our faithful old
black nurse Mammy, takes care of my sisters, while I,
invited by a former acquaintance, Captain Willis of the
‘Chieftain, sail with him on a tr ie voyage to the coast
of Africa.

UR school was breaking up for the mid-
summer holidays—north, south, east,
and west we sped to our different desti-
nations, thinking with glee of the pleasures we
believed to be in store for us.

  

I was bound for Liverpool, where my father, a

West India merchant, now resided. He had for
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