“Me? No, I don’t care for grisgris. By’mby I show you my farm; when these foolish people sleep on dark night, I take as much corn as I want for planting time. They think it must be devil,” and he chuckled at the joke. “What religion are you then?” “Oh! I b’long to the Wesleyans.” “Ah! I thought so.” My co-religionist informed me that the deer usually devoured half his crops, and that leopards, and animals “that howled like drunken men at night,” by which graphic description he meant hyenas, were so numerous and bold in their raids on the poultry and dogs that the thorn hedges, which I had noticed surrounding the village, were erected for their special behoof. Beguiling the time with such artless conversation, he led me round the village, and finally halted before a hut, which he asked me to enter, saying it was his. As I thought he had been unusually civil and obliging for an English-speaking negro, I did not like to refuse, though I do not care to invade the sanctity of such houses and inhale the odour thereof. I saw some six or seven women suckling babies and pounding kous-kous, whom I learned were the wives of my host, and sat down as far from them and as near to the door as possible; while their lord and master produced a dirty-white piece of paper and a lead pencil, and began writing away most laboriously. After waiting a few minutes, and finding that my obliging friend was still hard at work, I got up and said I was going. He added a few finishing touches to his manuscript, came forward, and handed it to me. I read as follows:-- Thomas Henry, services to European stranger from steamer. £ _s._ _d._ 1. To showing city of Bakko and houses 0 15 0 2. To hunting information given as to deer 0 2 6 3. Use of house for purpose of resting 0 10 6 4. To loss of time in performing above services 0 1 0 -------------- £1 9 0 Isaid: “What does this mean? You don’t think I’m going to pay this, do you?” All the civility dropped from my guide’s manner like a mask, and he said, jeeringly-- “I ’spose you call yourself a gen’leman.” “I shall pay nothing of the sort,” I continued. “Do you think I’m a fool?” “Yes!” I looked about for some implement of castigation, more weighty than my light riding-whip, and said-- “What d’you say?” He moved off to a safe distance, and replied: “If you not a fool, I like to know what you come to this town for nuffin for. You must be a fool, man.” I saw there was nothing to be gained by following up this branch of the discussion, so I returned to the original subject, and said, decisively-- “I shall not pay you anything, for your impertinence.” “’Spose you no pay, I keep the horse.”