return--serve out eight round of blank cartridge--'attention' again. 'De line will wheel into open column of companies, right in front--on you left backwards wheel--halt, dress.' De hofficer was now all on parade, and stood in a group in front--de agitant mount him horse--Major D---- appear at de door of him house--one orderly hold him horse--him mount and ride up to de hofficer. 'Gentlemen, fall in--form subdivisions--quick march'--rum, dum, dum, dum, again, and away we march out to de _glacis_ of de fort--den we form, and much manoeuvre we was perform--oh wery brilliant, 'wid cartridge, prime, and load.' 'De regiment will fire by companies from right to left'--short tap on de drum--de hofficer commanding companies fall back two pace--ready, present, fire--blaze go de grenadier--I prick my ear, and cock my eye. Ogly Jack, my covering file, was not fire--I know, because de moment I pull de trigger, I clap my right cheek down on de barrel of de musket as he was level--all cold iron--'Ha, ha,' say I to myself, and while loading, I glance my eye at Yellow-skin Paul's firelock, who was next me, and also at Mundingo Tom's, who was next Jack, bote on dem were half cock. So 'Ha, ha,' say me Quacco again, but before I could determine in my own mind what I should do, de word was given--'De regiment will fire one volley direct to de front.--Ready--present--fire,'--roar went de musketry--all smoke for small space--we remain at de present--wait long time for de major give de word 'Come to de recover,'--no one speak--all of we remain wid our piece level--oh! one attitude wery tiresome. Still no one speak. At length I hear our captain, one wery nice man, grumble to himself--'Why, what can be amiss wid de old major?'--dat moment de smoke, by de setting in of de sea-breeze, was blow off. What shall we see?--Why, Major D---- was lying on him horse's neck, widin ten yard of de grenadier company. 'Ah!' say for we captain--'he must be in one fit'--when down de major drop--and away scamper de horse--de captain run up, and turn de old man on him back, and take off him stock, and open him jacket. 'Ah!' cry he--'mutiny, gentlemen, mutiny; de major is shot dead. Secure de magazine; call out de artillery.' Den one loud buz buz pass along de line--de hofficer voice was heard--'Men, if you move one step I will cut you down by G--d.' Anoder say--'Stand to your arms, men; if one of you, stir, I will run him troo.' 'Who is de willain?--who is de willain?' shout some one else. Someting come over me--I rush out five pace--order my fusee, and touch my cap--wery graceful--so--[suiting the action to the word]--'Captain, and gentlemen--dere are de mutineers.'--'Where?'--'Dere.'--'Name dem.' say one.--'I will,' say me Quacco--'Ogly Jack, Mundingo Tom, and Yellow-skin Paul.' Dey were all immediately secure--and marshed to de front;--dem say noting---not one word. I look at dem--all tree cool and collected. 'May be,' tink I, 'dere will have be some mistake; if