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He went awkwardly in these Things at first ; wear- 

 ing the Drawers was very awkward to him, and the 

 Sleaves of the Jerkin gall'd his Shoulders and the 

 inside of his Arms ; but he soon got used to them." 



The cur was the most indignant, and resented the 

 change in his master's apparel by growling and bark- 

 ing at him, refusing to recognize in that well-dressed 

 man in white the quondam Thomas Ned. " Da dawg 

 done know dat me hab no right to dress like buckra 

 man," said the transmogrified Friday ; " da dawg got 

 heap ob sense ; he know me can't shoot de bud when 

 me go 'roun' all slick up in da white close." 



I saw the sense of his remarks, and gave him 

 another suit, half worn, of English tweed, which he 

 declared more in keeping with his character as serv- 

 ant and huntsman, and carefully stored away the 

 white ones for Sunday wear. 



While we were at the beach, Friday gave me an 

 exhibition of his agility, by walking up a cocoanut tree 

 and gathering nuts enough to last us a week or more. 

 Yes, he walked up ; he did not climb. He made a 

 loop of a piece of rope, passed it around the tree and 

 himself, and, bracing himself against this rope, he 

 went up with ease. The tree was tall and the bole 

 very straight and slippery, yet he climbed easily until 

 he reached the lower branches. There arrived, he 

 cast off the loop, drew himself up over the great 

 bunches of cocoanuts and spathes, and commenced to 

 hack away at the stems. He had stuck a large cutlass 

 (a machete) in his belt, and as he ascended he pre- 

 sented a comical sight, the machete sticking out like 



