We are sailing, sailing, sailing
No more wailing, wailing, wailing
We are hailing, hailing, hailing
While foes are trailing
Calling for travailing
We are nailing
And we sail to the land of freedom
Away from sufferings and boredom
Hail ringdom
A vista to a new kingdom
They sang happily as the ships called galiots sail on the ocean. The ships were very long, with sleek, flush decks and oars.
They sailed for seven days before the ships began to stop by the new port. They began to alight with lots of excitement. From the records Tom had, there were four thousand and sixty slaves, including children; three thousand and five hundred whites who were either workers or natives who wanted to leave Dransvalle. Most of them believe in Tom after they heard about his kindness and respe
