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dolphin-striker, admiring what John-crow called "him own dam 

 ogly face in de water/* " Tail like yours would be good ting for 

 sailor, Jackoo— it would leave him two hand free aloft — more use, 

 more homament too, Fm sure, den de piece of gresy junk dat hang 

 from de captain's tafFril. Now I shall sing to you, how dat Corro- 

 mantee rascal, my fader, was sell me on de Gold Coast — 



Two red nightcap, one long knife. 



All him get for Quackoo ; 

 For gun next day him sell him wife — 



You tink dat good song Jackoo?" 



" Chocko, chocko," chattered the monkey, as if in answer. " Ah, 

 you tink so, — sensible honimal ! What is dat ? shark ? Jackoo, 

 come up, sir : don't you see dat big shovel-nosed fish looking at 

 you ? Pull you hand out ob de water, Garamighty !" The negro 

 threw himself on the gammoning of the bowsprit to take hold of the 

 poor ape, which, mistaking his kind intention, and ignorant of his 

 danger, shrank from him, lost his hold, and fell into the sea. The 

 shark instantly sank to have a run, then dashed at his prey, raising 

 his snout over him, and shooting his head and shoulders three or 

 four feet out of the water with poor Jackoo shrieking in his jaws, 

 whilst his small bones crackled and crunched under the monster's 

 triple row of teeth. 



Whilst this small tragedy was acting — and painful enough it was 

 to the kind-hearted negro — I was looking out towards the eastern 

 horizon, watching the first dark-blue ripple of the sea breeze, when 

 a rushing noise passed over my head. 



I looked up and saw a galUnasoy the large carrion crow of the 

 tropics, sailing, contrary to the habits of its kind, seaward over the 

 brig. I followed it with my eye, until it vanished in the distance, 

 when my attention was attracted by a dark speck, far out in the off- 

 ing, with a little tiny white sail. With my glass I made it out to be 

 a ship's boat, but I saw no one on board, and the sail was idly flap- 

 ping about the mast. 



On making my report, I was desired to pull towards it in the gig ; 

 and as we approached, one of the crew said he thought he saw some 

 one peering over the bow. We drew nearer, and I saw him distinct- 

 ly. " Why don't you haul the sheet aft, and come down to us, sir V* 



He neither moved nor answered, but, as the boat rose and fell on 

 the short sea raised by the first of the breeze, the face kept mopping 

 and mowing at us over the gunwale. 



" I will soon teach you manners, my fine fellow ! give way, 

 men," — and I fired my musket, when tlie crow that I had seen rose 



