Captain Kyd wished me to go on an indigo plantation, offering me high wages.
There is no account of indigo, and the cultivation of cotton had not commenced.
Gone were the figs and almonds, the indigo, ivory, tortoise shells.
Indigo, in like manner, grows there along the thickets, without culture.
Now, as she is to be married, who can it be to, but to Mr. Indigo?