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" Mary " climbed up his leg to reach the gunwale ; the next 



moment she lost her balance and fell overboard and was 



carried away by the swift current. The picture of the poor, 



trustful little baby 



snatched away by 



the greedy water to 



be dashed to death 



upon the rocks of a 



cruel rapid, haunted 



our minds for many 



days. 



She was just on 

 four months old 

 when she died ; she 

 had got her front 

 teeth and three of 

 the back, but was 

 still being fed by 

 hand with mashed- 



JAGOEA 



up plantains. She 



was fat and very thriving, and could sit up and run 



about. 



So " Mistress Anne " was now left without a companion, 

 and how she used to hate it ! If Quasso put her on the ground 

 and pretended to desert her she would lie on her back and 

 throw herself into such a screaming paroxysm of rage that 

 she almost choked. She had many amusing little ways ; 

 when she got a jigger in her foot or hand she used to go and 

 show it in the most matter-of-fact way to Quasso to have it 

 taken out ; and wherever she went she always carried about 



