Suppose I go shore after they all drunk, I spile the casks in three or four places, and in the morning all wine gone--den dey ab get sober, and beg pardon--we take dem on board, put away all arms, 'cept yours and mine, and I like to see the mutiny after dat.

Blood and 'ounds--but I settle um, anyhow." "The idea is very good, Mesty,--why should we not do so ?" "Because I not like run de risk to go ashore--all for what?
to go back, boil de kettle for all gentlemans--I very happy here, Massa," replied Mesty, carelessly.
"And I am very miserable," replied Jack; "but, however, I am completely in your power, Mesty, and I must, I suppose, submit." "What you say, Massa Easy--submit to me ?--no sar, when you are on board Harpy as officer, you talk with me as friend, and not treat me as negro servant.

Massa Easy, I feel--I feel what I am," continued Mesty, striking his bosom, "I feel it here--for all first time since I leave my country, I feel that I am someting; but, Massa Easy, I love my friend as much as I hate my enemy--and you nebber submit to me--I too proud to allow dat, 'cause, Massa Easy--I am a man--and once, I was a prince." Although Mesty did not perhaps explain by words half so well as he did by his countenance the full tide of feeling which was overflowing in his heart, Jack fully understood and felt it.

He extended his hand to Mesty, and said-- "Mesty--that you have been a prince, I care little about, although I doubt it not, because you are incapable of a lie; but you are a man, and I respect you, nay, I love you as a friend--and with my will we never part again." Mesty took the hand offered by Jack.

It was the first peace offering ever extended to him since he had been torn away from his native land--the first compliment, the first tribute, the first acknowledgment, perhaps, that he was not an inferior being; he pressed it in silence, for he could not speak; but could the feelings which were suffocating the negro but have been laid before sceptics, they must have acknowledged that at that moment they were all and only such as could do honour, not only to the prince, but even to the Christian.
So much was Mesty affected with what had happened, that when he dropped the hand of our hero, he went down into the cabin, finding it impossible to continue the conversation, which was not renewed until the next morning.
"What is your opinion, Mesty?
Tell me, and I will be governed by it." "Den, sar, I tell you I tink it right that they first come and ask to come on board before you take them--and, sar, I tink it also right as we are but two and they are five, dat dey first eat all their provisions.