What you want me to do ?" The colored people generally gave the name "boss" to all white men, and I was pleased to see that Priscilla said boss to me much more frequently than to Rectus.
We had a talk with her about her duties, and each of us had a good deal to say.

We made her understand--at least we hoped so--that she was to be on hand, every afternoon, to go with Corny, if necessary, whenever we went out on our trips to the African settlement; and, after giving her an idea of what we intended doing with the queen,--which interested her very much indeed, and seemed to set her on pins and needles to see the glories of the new reign,--we commissioned her to bring together about twenty sensible and intelligent Africans, so that we could talk to them, and engage them as subjects for the re-enthroned queen.
"What's ole Goliah Brown goin' to say 'bout dat ?" said Priscilla.
"Who's he ?" we asked.
"He's de Afrikin gubner.

He rule 'em all." "Oh!" said Rectus, "he's all right.

We're going to make him prime minister." I was not at all sure that he was all right, and proposed that Rectus and I should go to his house in the evening, when he was at home, and talk to him about it.
"Yes, and we'll all go and see the head governor to-morrow morning," said Corny.
We had our hands completely full of diplomatic business.
The meeting of the adherents was appointed for the next afternoon.

We decided to have it on the Queen's Stair-way, which is a long flight of steps, cut in the solid limestone, and leading up out of a deep and shadowy ravine, where the people of the town many years ago cut out the calcareous material for their houses.