"Pshaw!" said Toney, "it was some boy you heard talking. Do you suppose that the hogs in this town have the gift of gab? Here, help Mr. Love out of the pond." The unfortunate beau sat helplessly in the midst of the mud and water, and was turning his eyes imploringly towards Dove and Bliss, who stood on the bank. "Wade in and help him out," said Toney to the negroes. Cæsar and Hannibal both shook their heads. "Here, take this," said Toney, handing each a silver coin. "Now, wade in." Cæsar and Hannibal commenced slowly rolling up the legs of their trousers until they had gathered them in bundles above their knees. They then with much deliberation waded to the middle of the pond, and each taking Love by an arm, lifted him up, and bringing him ashore, laid him down on the bank. "Get that wheelbarrow," said Toney, pointing to a vehicle of the sort which had been left on the common. Cæsar brought the barrow, and Hannibal lifted Love up and deposited him in the bottom of the vehicle, and, followed by a procession of people, carried the luckless beau back to the hotel. "Take him to the bath-house," said the landlord. The negroes obeyed orders, and left Love in the care of Dove and Bliss. "That hog talked," said Cæsar. "Sartingly!" said Hannibal. "Golly! who ever heerd a hog talk afore dat?" "Those African gentlemen are fully persuaded that the sow spoke," said Seddon to the Professor. "It may be so," said the Professor. "She was under the influence of Love, and that has been known to produce miraculous results."