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CfiAr. XIII.—B. P.J LEAVE-TAKING AND SHOPPING. 
storm bursts. You have nothing to look for from 
home, as you still fondly call the old country. Mr. 
Stiggins is in the ascendant, and we have a lot of 
journeymen tailors persisting in putting a new patch 
on an old garment. Once more, good-bye. 
The leave-taking and shopping completed, not for¬ 
getting the purchase of such articles as cheap calico, 
fish-hooks, red shirts, knives, flaming pocket-hand¬ 
kerchiefs, etc., for the special benefit of the Mosquito 
Indians, it became high time to think of returning to 
Port Eoyal. But, before regaining the ship, I was 
destined to have a little practical teaching as to my 
black brother-in-law’s nature. 
The paymaster and myself were walking down the 
principal street on our way to the boat, when my 
companion drew attention to a negro beating a dog 
—not beating it as a cruel English boy would— 
but belabouring the poor animal with a large and 
heavy stick, until its hind-legs were absolutely flat¬ 
tened out. It was brutal cruelty of the worst type, 
and I was not at all surprised when the Paymaster, 
who was very fond of and kind to animals, called out 
loudly across the street, “You Sir, what do you mean 
by ill-treating that dog ? You ought to be ashamed 
of yourself. Leave it alone immediately.” The negro, 
however, was not disposed to brook being spoken to, 
for he instantly ran over to the side we were on, and 
exclaimed, in a threatening attitude, “ What for you 
speak to me? I man like you. I’se good as you;” 
besides a string of by no means complimentary sen¬ 
tences, uttered in rapid succession, and in a tone and 
