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in town, and a whole circus caravan could have 

 marched past over the free space), and the law 

 must take cognizance of our offense. How stern 

 and unbending the colored corporal was ! No mat- 

 ter if we were Americans and ignorant of the law, 

 the offense was the same, and we must answer at 

 the police court in Kingston. Andrew, the driver, 

 " sassed back," and would not give his name or resi- 

 dence, but I gave our names and the corporal wrote 

 them in his note-book. We hustled the wagon back 

 into the yard, gazed upon curiously by a crowd 

 of men, women, and boys that had gathered, put 

 on the rest of our things, and were off. Before we 

 were out of the village, we met the chief magistrate, 

 a hearty young Enghshman, who had heard of 

 our arrival and wished to show Mr. Kellogg some 

 attention. He waved aside the complaint of the 

 police corporal who came up just then, asked us 

 into his office, discussed our proposed route with 

 us, and gave us points, and letters of introduction 

 to pohce sergeants and others on the road. I saw 

 Andrew offer the police corporal, who had given us 

 a glimpse of the inviolability of village ordinances 

 in Jamaica, some copper coins to drink our health 

 with, but he refused them, and we were off in better 

 humor for Frankfield, distant another day's drive. 

 It was market day in Chapelton, and the road was 

 lined with women and children and donkeys on their 

 way to dispose of the produce of their little farms. 

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