And here they are, and they talk their own language,--only some of them know English, for they've been here over thirty years,--and they all keep together, and have a governor of their own, with a flag-pole before his house, and among them is a real queen, of royal blood!" "How did you find out that ?" I asked.
"Oh, we heard about the African settlement this morning, at the hotel, and we went down there, right after dinner.

We went into two or three of the houses and talked to the people, and they all told us the same thing, and one woman took us to see the queen." "In her palace ?" said I.
"No," said Corny, "she don't live in a palace.

She lives in one of the funniest little huts you ever saw, with only two rooms.

And it's too bad; they all know she's a queen, and yet they don't pay her one bit of honor.

The African governor knows it, but he lives in his house with his flag-pole in front of it, and rules her people, while she sits on a stone in front of her door and sells red peppers and bits of sugar-cane." "Shameful!" said I; "you don't mean that ?" "Yes, she does," put in Rectus.