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WANDERINGS IN 



Third sEiid : it was the first and last time I was ever on a 



Journey. 



Cayman's back. Should it be asked, how I managed 



to keep my seat, I would answer, — I hunted some years 

 with Lord Darlington's fox hounds. 



After repeated attempts to regain his liberty, the Cay- 

 man gave in, and became tranquil through exhaustion. I 

 now managed to tie up his jaws, and firmly secured his 

 fore feet in the position I had held them. We had now 

 another severe struggle for superiority, but he was soon 

 overcome, and again remained quiet. While some of the 

 people were pressing upon his head and shoulders, I 

 threw myself on his tail, and by keeping it down to the 

 sand, prevented him from kicking up another dust. He 

 was finally conveyed to the canoe, and then to the place 

 where we had suspended our hammocks. There I cut 

 his throat ; and jifter breakfast was over, commenced the 

 dissection. 



Now that the alfray had ceased, Daddy Quashi played 

 a good finger and thumb at breakfast ; he said he found 

 himself much revived, and became very talkative and 

 useful, as there was no longer any danger. He was a 

 faithful, honest negro. His master, my worthy friend 

 Mr. Edmonstone, had been so obliging as to send out 

 particular orders to the colony, that the Daddy should 

 attend me all the time I was in the forest. He had lived in 

 the wilds of Demerara with Mr. Edmonstone for many 

 years ; and often amused me with the account of the 

 frays his master had had in the woods with snakes, 



