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unopened chests, which had apparently slipped down 

 from the top of a quantity of merchandise piled upon 

 deck, and fallen on the foot and shoulder of the 

 negro ; then measuring the latter with a look of re- 

 proach, he suddenly opened his compressed lips, from 

 which a sharp, high-toned, schoolmaster-like voice 

 issued. 



" Sambo, Sambo ! What have you done ? Sambo, 

 Sambo ! " he repeated, while his voice became more 

 solemn, and he raised his hands and eyes as if appeal- 

 ing to heaven for justice. " Sambo, you onlucky 

 nigger, what have you been a-doin' 1 " 



"A ' sarve,' a wonderful ' sarve ' ! " screamed the 

 man, pointing to the chests with an appearance of the 

 profoundest grief. 



" Heaven forgive you, Sambo ! but you have en- 

 dangered, perhaps sp'iled, a 'sarve,' compared to 

 which all the 'intments and balms of Mecca, Medina, 

 and Balsora of Algiers, Tunis, and Tripoli, or what- 

 ever other places they may come from, air actilly no 

 better than cart -grease. Ah, Sambo ! if you were 

 twenty times a nigger, and could be brought twenty 

 times on the auction-table, you wouldn't fetch enough 

 money to pay for the harm you have done ! " 



" Boe ! Boe ! " howled the negrc by way of par- 

 enthesis. 



" Ah, Boe ! Boe ! " screamed the Yankee, " you 

 may well say Boe, Boe ! And you ain't the only 

 one as may say it, that's sartain. There be ladies and 



