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to sleep, most intensely on that part of the last narrative, 

 in which the Demerary BuFFON believes the second 

 little man now exhibiting to belong to the judicial 

 department, " Gads," said I, dreaming, who knows but 

 what that which seemed to be a ' rook's nest ' {vide first 

 narrative) was in reality the Judge's wig! Fired with 

 the thought, and mad to possess so rare an article, I 

 resolved to set off in search of it. So, following Buffon's 

 example, I called QUACO, the cook — ordered 2. fortnight's 

 provisions, and with my boy QUAMMY (a shrewd Esse- 

 queboian negro) set off instantly for the south-west. We 

 had not travelled more than two hundred miles before 

 we fell in with the blood-marked track of the destroyer ; 

 and following that, we very soon came to his theatre of 

 anatomy. There, true enough, still lay the mangled 

 remains of the Man of the Woods I which, however, 

 QuAMMY no sooner saw than he exclaimed, * Ouw, 

 Massa, Massa ; no wonder this — no man at all — me see 



too many such t'ings — this nothing but a '. ' Pshaw ! 



cried I, * You're no Naturalist, QuAMMY ; hold your 

 tongue — 'tis a superior being! depend upon it; you 

 never saw such a thing in your life.' The negro, main- 

 taining an obedient but tull-of-meaning kind of silence, 

 we pushed on rapidly for the important tree. We 

 reached it — but only to be disappointed ! Like the base- 

 less fabric of a vision, it haa left not a wreck behind ! The 

 WIG, even the wig was gone ; and lull of chagrin, I left 

 the place, despairing of carrying anything home, when I 

 recolle6led the giblets, paws and trotters of the mur- 

 dered non-descript ! Suffice it to say, they will be ready 

 for exhibition in the market-place on Friday the First of 

 Aprils 1825.— Yours, &c., GABRIEL GULL. 



