so, all people will tink I mosh have been de mutineer, murserer you call, and dat to shave myself I was peach on dem.' My heart sink when de agitant seize me by de shoulder. 'My fine fellow, you make mosh noise--we shall see what you are make of very shortly yourself.--Here, secure Corporal Quacco.' By dis time we were again marching into de fort--de gate was shut--four field piece nine pounder, manned by white artillerymen, and load wid grape, were pointed so as to enfilade us as we were formed in close column, and my tree friend, and myself, were instantly brought to one drum-head court-martial.--Some young hofficer say, 'Oh, hang him all--hang him all.'--'Please not, young gentleman, if de same ting to you,' say I.--'No hurry,' say I--'I am willing to be hang if dese tree willains are not de men. Secure dem hands'--dis was done. 'Now,' say I, 'we were all sarve wid eight blank cartridge--look at dem muskets--plain dey all have been fire.'--'What has all dis to do wid it?' say de agitant.--'Mosh,' say I, 'mosh--now see how many cartridge each on dem hab.'--'Ha, ha,' say my captain,--'Quacco is right.--_Dem all tree hub each de eight cartridge untouch, yet it quite evident dey all hab fired_.'--'What say you, ye scoundrels,' again say de captain--'what say you why you should not be hang immediately?' Dem would not speak one word--den I tell all I hear--and so dem try, find guilty, and were hang--and I as one reward got my discharge." (Here our friend made a long pause--at length he continued.) "Why I take him--I can't tell--and still more, why I leave dear Jamaica, where de governor hoffer me ground to grow nyam in, and house--and as for wife, I hab several. What de debil was possess me to leave my pig, and wives, and allowance--pension you call him,--and take into my head for come here again?--Heaven know--I Quacco do not.--Here--where one can scarcely breathe for stinking mud, and every night brings dangers wid it, and you never can tell whidder de next morning shall not see you carried away into slavery, or may be sacrificed before one fetish; or who know dat he shall not, some fine forenoon, be roast or grill, and eaten like one monkey. Oh, I wish I was back again." "But," said Sprawl, "you seem to have left off as corporal--when became you serjeant?" Quacco laughed, "By brevet, my good sir--by bre"---- "A gun--Sir Oliver speaking to us in the offing." "Hurrah for Old Gazelle once more!" shouted Sprawl, in a voice like thunder. "Out of my way, friend Quacco," cried I. "Room if you please, old Daddy Longyarn," quoth master Lanyard. And to the great dismay of poor Quacco, who little expected to have been so suddenly and unceremoniously swept aside, we all tumbled on deck as fast as our legs could carry us. CHAPTER VI. THE FETISH--CROSSING THE BAR, AND DESTRUCTION OF THE SLAVER. The first man we encountered was Clinker, the master-at-arms. "Who has seen the frigate?" said Lanyard.