"Come all you young men and maidens, that _wishes_ for to sail, And I will let you hear of where you must a-roam! We'll embark into a ship which her taups'ls is let fall, And all unto an ileyand where we never will go home! Especiallye you _ladies_ that's inclined for to rove-- There's _fishes_ in the sea, my love--likewise the buck an' doe, We'll lie down--on the _banks_--of yon pleasant shadye gro-ove, Through the wild woods we'll wander and we'll chase the Buffalo--ho--ho--we'll Chase the BuffalO!" I really couldn't help laughing to see the slapping big-bearded fellows, like so many foretopmen, showing off in this manner--one mahogany-faced thorough-bred leading, the rest thundering in at the chorus, with tremendous stress on the 'Lo-ho-ho,' that made the good Bromley folks gape. As to singing for money, however, I knew no true tar with his members whole would do it; and I supposed it to be merely some 'spree ashore,' until the curious-looking object from behind was lugged forward by a couple of ropes, proving to be a human figure about six feet high, with a rough canvass cover as far as the knees. What with three holes at the face, and the strange colour of the legs, which were bare--with the pair of turned-up India shoes, and the whole shape like a walking smoke-funnel over a ship's caboose--I was puzzled what they would be at. The leading tar immediately took off his hat, waved it round for a clear space, and gave a hem while he pointed to the mysterious creature. "Now, my lads!" said he, "this here wonderful bein' is a savitch we brought aboard of us from the Andyman Isles, where he was caught one mornin' paddling round the ship in a canoe made out of the bark of a sartain tree. Bein' the ownly spice of the sort brought to this country as yet is, and we havin' run short of the needful to take us to the next port, we expects every lady and gemman as has the wherewithal, will give us a lift, by consideration of this same cur'ous sight, and doesn't----" "Heave ahead, Tom, lad!" said another encouragingly, as the sailor brought up fairly out of breath--"Doesn't want no man's money for nou't d'ye see, but all fair an' above board. We're not agoin' to show this here sight excep' you makes up half-a-guinea amongst ye--arter that, all hands may see shot-free--them's the articles!" "Ay, ay, Tom, well said, old ship!" observed the rest; and, after a considerable clinking of coin amongst the crowd, the required sum was poured, in pence and sixpences, into Tom's hat. "All right!" said he, as soon as he had counted it,--"hoist away the tarpaulin, mates!" For my part, I was rather surprised at the rare appearance of this said savage, when his cover was off--his legs and arms naked, his face streaked with yellow, and both parts the colour of red boom-varnish; his red hair done up in a tuft, with feathers all round it, and a bright feather-tippet over his shoulders,