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grace enough to run down to the scene of action ; 

 but the greatest part remained quietly in the 

 negro-houses, beating the gumby-drum, and singing 

 their joy for my arrival with the whole strength of 

 their lungs, but without thinking it in the least 

 necessary to move so much as a finger-joint in my 

 service. The cattle were at length replaced in 

 their pen, but not till the cane-piece had been 

 ruined irretrievably. Such is negro gratitude, and 

 such my reward for all that I have suffered on 

 ship-board. To be sure, as yet there could not be 

 a more ill-starred expedition than my present one. 

 I only learned, yesterday, that before making the 

 island of Madeira an Algerine corsair was actually 

 in sight, and near enough to discern the turbans of 

 the crew ; but we lost each other through the 

 violence of the gale. 



January 29. 

 There is a popular negro song, the burden of 

 which is, — 



" Take him to the Gulley ! Take him to the Gulley ! 



But bringee back the frock and board." — 

 " Oh ! massa, massa ! me no deadee yet ! " ■ — 

 " Take him to the Gulley ! Take him to the Gulley ! " 

 " Carry him along ! " 



This alludes to a transaction which took place 

 some thirty years ago, on an estate in this neigh- 

 bourhood, called Spring-Garden ; the owner of 

 which (I think the name was Bed ward) is quoted 



