Nebber mine! Me catchee big manacou byme-bye; an' dat heap betterer dan nasty fat-face 'guana.

Say, Mass' Tom, um like manacou ?" "I can't tell you, Jake," I replied.

"I have never yet tasted one." "Den you jest wait an' see.

Dey is splendiferous, Mass' Tom, an' beat cock-fightin'.

Golly, I get you one, two, tree, five manacou to-morrer, dat ebber so nicer dan dat poor trash ob 'guana dat hangman tief Pomp catchee, you jest wait an' see!" "All right, Jake," I said kindly, to appease his jealous feelings; for, he was very fond of me and thought that his rival had eclipsed him in my estimation.