He wanted me to call him Jiguel, because, he said, that would have a kind of a floating smell of his old name, but I didn't never do it.

Well, neither of us didn't care to stay about no dry falls, so we went back to the hotel and got our supper, and begun to wonder what we should do next day.

He said we'd better put it off and dream about it, and make up our minds nex' mornin', which I agreed to, an', that evenin', as we was sittin' in our room I asked Miguel to tell me the story of his life.

He said, at first, it hadn't none, but when I seemed a kinder put out at this, he told me I mustn't mind, an' he would reveal the whole.

So he told me this story: "'My grandfather,' said he, 'was a rich and powerful Portugee, a-livin' on the island of Jamaica.