'Quacco,' again say dat terrible voice, 'what you eat for yam was dirt from your fodder's grave, Quacco--look at him.'--'Oh, oh,' again roar I; 'but, good Massa Debil, who go to Africa for him, eh?'--'Hold your peace and be dam,' say de voice; 'and what you drink for rum, was your moder's blood; so, Quacco, you mosh swear to keep Jack secret, and to help him, and to do whatever him tell you, even if it be to shoot your hofficer.'--Here I go mad altogeder--I dance about de fire--whip, in one second it go out entirely--I jump up and down--de voice still continue to sing out--oder two voice sing out along wid him, 'Where dem evil spirit can be conceal?' say I--'some one must be on de rafter, couple you call, of de roof above my head calabash, for I can't find no debil on de floor of de hut, none at all,' say I; so I jomp up again, when my head knock against someting. 'Oh,' say somebody. 'Ah,' say me, Quacco. I leap once more, and pike up my naked bayonet before me--It tick in someting--what it was I can't tell; it feel as if I had dig him into one rump of beef--large yell instantly shake de entire hut--I jump again--heavy ting fall down on me--I scramble to get away, but one of de debils scramble to hold me down--I turn to de left--I lay hold of de hand of anoder on dem--no doubt de one who was speak. 'Ho, ho,' say I Quacco; so I make clever slide from between dem. De two debils grapple one anoder--gurgle, gurgle--squeak, squeak--one on dem was strangling de oder. I almost laugh, when some one hit me a heavy blow behind de ear; I faint away--dead--and--and I remember noting none at all, until I find myself, when, still it was dark night, all beat and bruise, and wid swimming head, in my hammock in de barrick at Fort Augusta. I sleep sound till near daybreak, however, when I turn myself, and say, 'Hab I Quacco been dronk last night?' I tink so; 'Or has all dis been one dream?' Maybe. Den I put up my hand to my head, but I never get soch bumps and tumps in one dream before. Dere was only tree oder of our men sleep in dat end of de barrick where I was, de rest being two rooms off, dose between us being under repair; one on dem was Ogly Jack, and de oder two was de wery dentical rascail I have mention before, Mundingo Tom and Yellow-skin Paul--Dem all tree eider were sound asleep, in dem hammocks, or pretended dey were so--for when I feel de cool damp morning breeze come troo de open window at one side of de barrick-room and blow clean out at de oder; and see de morning star twinkle bright and clear in de red east, and de pale-faced buccra moon, just sinking behind de brushwood on Hellshire Point, troo de window opposite, I turn myshef again in my hammock, and listen to de roar of de surf in de distance, and rub my eyes again, and say 'it not morning yet,'--But presently de trute push himself into my eye, and I say 'It _is_ daybroke, and sore or sound, up must I Quacco get.' Just under de