By this time the sub-factory of New Sestros was somewhat renowned in Cuba and Porto Rico. Our dealings with commanders, the character of my cargoes, and the rapidity with which I despatched a customer and his craft were proverbial in the islands. Indeed, the third year of my lodgment had not rolled over, before the slave-demand was so great, that in spite of rum, cottons, muskets, powder, kidnapping and Prince Freeman's wars, the country could not supply our demand. To aid New Sestros, I had established several _nurseries_, or junior factories, at Little Bassa and Digby; points a few miles from the limits of Liberia. These "chapels of ease" furnished my parent _barracoons_ with young and small negroes, mostly kidnapped, I suppose, in the neighborhood of the beach. When I was perfectly cured of the injury I sustained in my first philanthropic fight, I loaded my spacious cutter with a choice collection of trade-goods, and set sail one fine morning for this outpost at Digby. I designed, also, if advisable, to erect another receiving _barracoon_ under the lee of Cape Mount. But my call at Digby was unsatisfactory. The pens were vacant, and our merchandise squandered _on credit_. This put me in a very uncomfortable passion, which would have rendered an interview between "Mr. Powder" and his agent any thing but pleasant or profitable, had that personage been at his post. Fortunately, however, for both of us, he was abroad carousing with "a _king_;" so that I refused landing a single yard of merchandise, and hoisted sail for the next village. There I transacted business in regular "ship-shape." Our rum was plenteously distributed and established an _entente cordiale_ which would have charmed a diplomatist at his first dinner in a new capital. The naked blackguards flocked round me like crows, and I clothed their loins in parti-colored calicoes that enriched them with a plumage worthy of parrots. I was the prince of good fellows in "every body's" opinion; and, in five days, nineteen newly-"_conveyed_" darkies were exchanged for London muskets, Yankee grog, and Manchester cottons!