The Lock and Key Library: The most interesting stories of all nations: American
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The Lock and Key Library: The most interesting stories of all nations: American
Detective and mystery stories; Short stories, American
“OUT TO THE END!” here fairly screamed Legrand; “do you say you are
out to the end of that limb?”
“Soon be to de eend, massa—o-o-o-o-oh! Lor-gol-a-marcy! what IS
dis here pon de tree?”
“Well!” cried Legrand, highly delighted, “what is it?”
“Why ’taint noffin but a skull—somebody bin lef him head up de
tree, and de crows done gobble ebery bit ob de meat off.”
“A skull, you say!—very well,—how is it fastened to the limb?—
what holds it on?”
“Sure nuff, massa; mus look. Why dis berry curious sarcumstance,
pon my word—dare’s a great big nail in de skull, what fastens ob
it on to de tree.”
“Well now, Jupiter, do exactly as I tell you—do you hear?”
“Yes, massa.”
“Pay attention, then—find the left eye of the skull.”
“Hum! hoo! dat’s good! why dey ain’t no eye lef at all.”
“Curse your stupidity! do you know your right hand from your left?”
“Yes, I knows dat—knows all about dat—’tis my lef hand what I
chops de wood wid.”
“To be sure! you are left-handed; and your left eye is on the same
side as your left hand. Now, I suppose, you can find the left eye
of the skull, or the place where the left eye has been. Have you
found it?”
Here was a long pause. At length the negro asked:
“Is de lef eye of de skull pon de same side as de lef hand of de
skull too?—cause de skull aint got not a bit oh a hand at all—
nebber mind! I got de lef eye now—here de lef eye! what mus do
wid it?”
“Let the beetle drop through it, as far as the string will reach—
but be careful and not let go your hold of the string.”
“All dat done, Massa Will; mighty easy ting for to put de bug fru
de hole—look out for him dare below!”
During this colloquy no portion of Jupiter’s person could be seen;
but the beetle, which he had suffered to descend, was now visible
at the end of the string, and glistened, like a globe of burnished
gold, in the last rays of the setting sun, some of which still
faintly illumined the eminence upon which we stood. The scarabaeus
hung quite clear of any branches, and, if allowed to fall, would
have fallen at our feet. Legrand immediately took the scythe, and
cleared with it a circular space, three or four yards in diameter,
just beneath the insect, and, having accomplished this, ordered
Jupiter to let go the string and come down from the tree.
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