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time before I found out the real meaning of this 
crafty move; the sharp prince, sent to do me 
honour, intended me to recommend him to Mr. 
Hogg as an especially worthy recipient of “ trust.” 
Roi Denis added an abundance of “ sweet mouf,” 
and, the compact ended, he condescendingly 
walked down with me to the beach, shook hands 
and exchanged a civilized “ Au revoir.” I re¬ 
entered the boat, and we pushed off once more. 
Prince Paul, a youth of the Picaresque school, 
a hungry as well as a thirsty soul and vain with 
knowledge, which we know “ puffeth up,” having 
the true African eye on present gain as well as 
to future “ trust,” proceeded : “ Papa has at least 
a hundred sons,” enough to make Dan Dinmont 
blush, “and say” (he was not sure), “ a hundred and 
fifty daughters. Father rules all the southern 
shore; the French have no power beyond the 
brack and there are no African rivals,”—the 
prince evidently thought that the new-comer 
had never heard of King George. Like most 
juniors here, the youth knew French, or rather 
Gaboon-French; it was somewhat startling to 
hear clearly and tolerably pronounced, “ M’sieur, 
veux-tu des macacques ? ” But the jargon is not 
our S’a Leone and West-coast “English;” the 
superior facility of pronouncing the neo-Latin 
tongues became at once apparent. It is evident 
that European languages have been a mistake in 
