About daylight the next morning the captain and myself thought that we would appear as if we had risen very early, and began to move about, and opening the door, there lay a big black negro on his knees and face.
Now, reader, what do you suppose that negro was doing?
You could not guess in a week.

The black rascal! hideous! terrible to contemplate! vile! outrageous! Well, words cannot express it.

What do you suppose he was doing?
He was fast asleep.

He had come thus far, and could go no further, and fell asleep.

There is where the captain and myself found him at daylight the next morning.