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CHAP, fummons, defiring he would tell him, that if he did nat 

 . ^* ^ inftantly turn out to fight me, I Ihould come in, cut 

 down the clews of his hammock with my knife, and 

 treat him as I thought his pride and infolence deferved. 

 Upon this appeared a figure that will never be effaced 

 from my memory. 



The Baron was more than the middle fize, extremely 

 thin and fallow, his meagre vifage ornamented with a 

 pair of enormous red whifkers under the nofe, while a 

 white queue near three feet long adorned his graceful 

 back. He was in his under- waiftcoat, and walked on 

 flocking foles, which were black filk, darned with white 

 worfted ; thefe hanging down upon his heels, difcovered 

 his miferable fpindle fhanks ; while on his head he wore 

 a ftriped worfied night-cap of all colours, alfo in many 

 holes ; and over his breech his valour was difplayed by 

 his colours, which hung out, but the blazon of which I 

 muft not attempt to defcribe. Such was the figure tha4: 

 now, with all humiliation, offered to give me a bufs^ and 

 intreated my forgivenefs, pretending not to have under- 

 ffood me ; which laji I having granted with a loud laugh 

 and a dram of brandy, he faced about, and by the quick 

 ffep re-entered his den. 



On the 26th Colonel Fourgeoud, with his party, re- 

 turned from his trip to Boucou, having furrounded three 

 ftraggling rebel negroes unarmed, as they were cutting a 

 cabbage-tree for their fubfiftence. While one of them, 

 called Pajfupy had efcaped, another was taken alive, and 

 a third, with his thigh ftiot to ftiivers by a Aug cartridge, 



was 



