"Gossifus! I dunno whar you're gwine." "Very well; I will give you my map of the country, and you shall find the way for yourself, as I shall have to do." "What you gib me?" "The map." "What's dat?" "Here it is," replied Dandy, giving him a small pocket map of the State of Louisiana, of which he had possessed himself a few days before the departure. Cyd took the map, turned it over two or three times, and could not make out its use. Lily and Dandy both enjoyed his confusion, for it was a great puzzle to him to know how they were to find their way through the swamp by the aid of this little book, as he called it. A lantern was lighted, and Lily unfolded the map, and spread it out upon one of the berths. "Mossifus!" exclaimed Cyd, when he had carefully examined the map, and the lantern was prudently extinguished. "I don't see what dis paper fur." "It's all I have to guide me to the ocean, after we have passed Chicot. Now, if you will take the map, and command the boat, I will obey you in all things." "Golly! I don't see what good de paper's fur. I kin foller de norf star." "But we are going to the south." "I tink I will stay where I is, and you shall command de boat." "Then you must mind me at once. Our very lives may depend upon your prompt obedience." "I will, Dandy." "Free men have to obey, as well as slaves. On board a ship, every body obeys the captain." "What's use ob bein free, den?" "The captain of the ship can't sell the sailor, nor separate him from his wife and children. The man is paid for what he does, and when his voyage is up he may go where he pleases." "I knows all about it now, Dandy." "I don't want to be called Dandy any more. My name is Daniel, but you may call me Dan for short." "Possifus! Den's what's my name? I'se free too, and I wan't my name changed." "Your name is Thucydides." "Tucydimes!" "No, Thucydides," laughed Dan--for we will adopt his suggestion, and call him no longer by his plantation name. "Hossifus! Hab to git up afore breakfast to speak dat word in season for dinner," chuckled Cyd. "You are called Cyd for short, as I am Dan. There is nothing bad about the word." "It's a very good name, Cyd," added Lily. "Goshus! If you say so, Missy Lily, it's all right. If it suits de fair seck, it suits me," said Cyd, shaking his fat sides with satisfaction. "Dis chile don't keer what you calls him, if you only calls him to supper." "Now, Cyd, I will answer the questions you asked when we were getting under way." "Yes, what ye got all dem boats draggin arter us fur?" "Don't you see the reason, Cyd?" The boy scratched his head, but he could not see. As we have before observed, he had not been in the habit of doing his own thinking, and, consequently, he was not skilled in reasoning from effect to cause. "Suppose we had left the boats, Cyd," added Dan. "Den we shouldn't hab em wid us, keepin de boat back."