Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Title Page
 Maroon medicine
 Paccy rum
 Red cock
 Courting of the dudes
 Chapter II


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Title: Maroon Medicine
Series Title: All Jamaica Library
Physical Description: Archival
Creator: Snod, E. ( pseudonym )
Dodd, E. A.
Publisher: Times Printery
Place of Publication: Jamaica
Publication Date: 1905
Subjects / Keywords: Caribbean   ( lcsh )
Spatial Coverage: Jamaica -- Kingston
Abstract: From Chapter 2 of this dissertation, http://is.muni.cz/th/11524/ff_m/ and http://is.muni.cz/th/11524/ff_m/konecna14.pdf : "In 1899 Jamaica Times announced a weekly short story contest, in order to promote the creation of Jamaican literature. In 1903, its editor Thomas MacDermot, who wrote under the pseudonym of Tom Redcam, began the All Jamaica Library, a series of novellas and short stories written by Jamaicans about Jamaica. (King, 33) Although it failed after publishing only four works of fiction, the venture was an influential attempt to create local literary tradition. The most important of these four issues was Maroon Medicine (1905) by E. A. Dodd, published under the pseudonym of E. Snod. It was the first gathering of short fiction by a Caribbean writer. The stories are set in the country and the central figure, Mr Watson, is a peasant who, though small and weak, outwits the other villagers. Mr Watson is here the first literary adaptation of the figure of Anancy."
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover
        Advertising 1
        Advertising 2
        Advertising 3
        Advertising 4
        Advertising 5
        Advertising 6
    Front Matter
        Front Matter
    Title Page
        Title Page
    Maroon medicine
        Page 1
        Page 2
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
        Page 6
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        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
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        Page 15
        Page 16
    Paccy rum
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
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        Page 21
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    Red cock
        Page 36
        Page 37
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    Courting of the dudes
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    Chapter II
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"Maroon Medicine."



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All Jamaica Library,
No. II.

"Maroon Medici."

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128, Harbour Street,
Kingston, Ja.

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In the four short stories that are now set
forth to the Public,-- have in no way touched
upon the Social Problems I might say Prob-
lem,-which, as a rule, engross the attention of
writers who deal with life in Tropical
Countries. On the contrary, I have avoided
all such deep questions, and have attempted
merely to portray the lighter and more
pleasant side of the labouring class in the
hills. The stories, indeed, are scarcely more
than sketches, but sketches, from life, and
as such may have some value.

I have tried to instil into this little book,
the spirit, so gay and careless of the people
I have encountered, and their simple cuteness.
Mr. Watson, however, is hardly an ordinary
type, and has been made up from two or three
characters. Some people may object to the
two love letters in the story, The Courting
of the Dudes," as being too well expressed and
civilized, but it may be remarked that they
were composed very much after the manner
and matter of two or three letters that had been
actually written and which I had the good
fortune to read.



3 T was just one of
the cottages that
you see scattered
all over Jamaica;
Sppp!Lspipng f o u r
l waes made of
plaster and lathes,
Saud a thatched
rocf-the w h o 1 e
enclosing two
-rooms, dignified
by the names, of
bed-room and hall. From one
corner stretched a small barbecue,
which again at one corner fed a small,
"Kick-um-buck"',tank, covered over
with rough logs to,pgv ent people
falling in.. :-All arnd,for the space
of about half an acre, grew in pic-
turesque medley, coffee bushes
yams, breadfruit trees, orange trees,
theproducte of the lower mountains
in the .parish of Manchester. A
couple of fowls scratched around the
house, and a hungry-looking pig

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messed about his little railed in
It had rained in the night, but the
morning had broken exceeding fresh
and fair, warm yet cool, withN a
bright beauty that I cannot believe
could have been surpassed anywhere.
It may be thatthe pig felt something
of this, or it may be that -he iew
that his morning meal was nearly
ready, bui undoubtedly he felt..; py
and showed it in little unmui ial
squeals. His master satt the ege of
the barbecue, chopping up into.a box
with his cutlass, 'steadily and "ith
attention, a few small canes. HaVing
finished chopping all except one choice
bit which he reserved for his own
consumption, he rose and went to
the pen, where he put the box be.
fore the pig. He then proceeded to
chew his own piece of cane, with a
certain amount of intelligent repose
on his face.
This face of his was long and of a
neutral brown, with the bony chin
going in sharply up to the neck. The
man had a wide and mobile mouth,
with a quaint twitch at one side,
two small twinkling eyes and a-bald

and sloping forehead under his hat
of plaited thatch.
It was a perfect morning in" the
end ofNovember, yet to judge from
the slight frown which crept up and
marred the repose of Mr. Watson's
face, one could not think the latter
was in sympathy with nature's peace.
The reason was simple, Mr. Watson
had very little ready money; and
Christmas was coming, and he felt
aggrieved with himself and his wits,
,which were not in the habit of failing
him. His thoughts ran in this groove:
SAn a what me got fe Chris'mas
bar dis little maugre pig? Me cawfee
no sell well, and me premento don
bear, a what me got? Me we have
to do sompin ?"
SHis musing was suddenly inter.
*ruptqedby the approach of a neigh-
bour, who was walking through to
his ground, and who stopped to salute
"Hi, morning' Miser Watson !"
Mornin', Coz How you do ?"
S"So, so, sah, a not too well an' a
not too bad, ycu a feed you pig, sah "
Mr. Watson'turned carelessly 'and.
'twitched the few scraggy hairs that

formed his whiskers, with a gesture
peculiar to him.
Yes, sah, me a feed him, but a
wha de use? I buy him back dis tree
weeks from Miser White at James
Hall, and I gie'm yam pealin !
cocoa head, banana an' all sort o'
ting, an look pon him now, h'no al
piece fatter than when I buy him.
Well (with emphasis) as you might
seh, a dean pay much fe him, but it
tan like a not going get no more fe
"Hi, but a wha do de pig den?"
said the neighbour sympathetically.
"Him really ought fe fat. Aldo
some of dem, a so dey tan. I remem-
ber dis man Joe Crawford got a pig;
well when he buy him, h' not too fat
so h'n get plenty o feedin', cane, cocoa
head an' I don know what; an' him
feed that pig fe true, but you believe
me sah, dat pig was no 'fatter at de
end of tree months dan when he got
him fus' time. Mus a same way wid
Mr. Watson looked with a philo-
sophical calm at the pig.
Well, it may be. All same way
wid some man; you wi see some o'

dem eat, eat, an eat and yet dem
never get fat, dey tin all de time."
"You speak true, sah, a same way
wi some men."
After a pause the neighbour hitch-
ed his bankra better on his shoulder
and said :
Yes, sah, ah jus' a walk trew to
me ground' go look somepin for me
You welcome, you welcome," said
Mr. Watson hospitably, 'a no hear
you wife sick? a fe true ?"
Yes sah. It true! night before
las' she tek in wid a single pain in de
stomach, De pain hol' her dat way.
Well she go to bed, an' ah tek dis
bush dem call "Piobba" and a bwoil
it down and mek some tea, gie 'er
but it doan any good, den ah mek
some oder tea out o'dis other bush;
" Vervain," an' gie 'er dat, but dat
also doan do any good; and all dis
time de pain dat bad. Well yester-
day about sun hot, Mrs. Weekly ad-
vise me try some soda and nut oil mix
wid a little water and I do so, and
since then she feel a little better
and could walk bout de yard in the

evening Yes sah she really -sick but
she not too bad dis morning;''
During this speech Mr. Watson
showed his sympathy in a few well
chosen sounds and affirmative which
cannot be reproduced by any combi-
nation of letters.
"Ah glad, fe hear she better. Some
of dese teas is really wonaful. -To
be sure some doctors good. I woman
seh day not, but mos' time you go .to
dem, you jus' yae you money. Die
bush or dat i4 4LI want :;;l .
"You right, .Miser Watson, you
quite right,' agreed the other hearti.
ly, Some doctors no wut a gras
louse, aldo die Doctor Pratt him
really good." Thep.moving on, "Well
ah gone, Miser Watson." *,.
"Yes, sah. Mr. Watson sent him
on his journey with a wave of .hil
hand and then resumed the. reflective
chewing of hisWcane. I may remark
here that the man's ground was Arfve
miles away, but there is nothing
strange- in this; for the. Jamaica
Peasant will travel up to ten 'or
twelve miles to get some fresh piece
of land to till and work as a ground.

Every4.woiorteb years :he throws
up one piece and takes another fresh
After -his friend's; departure Mr.
Watson's face took on'an even more
reflective look;-and for.half- an hour
be lolled in: deepest thought; ,-then
straightening with a brightened face,
he walked into his house, and emerged
with his jiaket on, haihg- been with-
out it before. '"-
,' His face. now was the calm' in-
scrutable and cunning face ofE Mr.
George Watson of Every Garden.
This was the.name of his place, but
how it had arisen, and .what was its
origin,. Mr. Watson himself did not
:-He left the house and yard now: in
charge of a little ragged girl, his
danugkt,a.nd tookon.e of those paths,
whinoSed-the mainaroad; .Iikeltiba.
tadesraoa riwes. ,Coming. out .n .tbhi,
hawalked tor.about three miles, when
he came into. a village, consisting of
,two or three rival shops which sold
.various, assorted articles, from very
*weak rua to a drawing.book, and: p
toouple of professional houses of shoe-
sm kers and blapksmith. At ,one of

the former he bought a sixpenoe
worth of soda, and between thethree,
two dozen pint bottles, saying in sort
of excuse that Mrs. Smith (who made
bread) had asked him to buy Vth
former for her, and as regards the
latter, he was speculating in bottles,
and was going to sell to a man from
Kingston. He 'also gave out that
he was going up to the Mile Gully
Mountains to invest in ginger.
Having bought what he wanted,
and having refreshed his mind with
a little light conversation, he left and
went home where he was buiy all
day mixing in the privacy of his half-
tumbled down kitchen, some vile-
looking stuff.
It was perhaps between four -and
five next morning when Mr. Watson
started for the Mile Gully Mountains
"to invest in Ginger," driving his
donkey, yclept Alice, before him. The
hampers contained the two dozen
bottles he had bought the day before,
a dozen on either side, empty no
longer-also some little provision foi
his journey-a gill bammy, a little
pork already boiled, some yams and
some oranges. His house he. had

looked up, but the pig and the cultiva,
tion around he-had left on the charge
of his neighbour and daughter. This
latter by the. way being driven from
under.the paternal roof, had taken
upiher abode, for the time being with
her aunt (?) She was not Mr. Wat-
son's only child, having three brothers
and a sister alive. These, however,
having come to the conclusion that
their father was not perfect: in' his
ideas regarding. obedience in his -~
children,had severally run away to
other yards, a common enough prac- -
tice in Jamaica. Needless to 'say, l
Mr. Watson did not go after them. t/4
His was a philosophical soul and he
in no way regretted not having to
feed. three hungry children. He
would not have received them back;
and his children knew it.
By the time the sun had risen
and another perfect day had begun,
Mr. Watson had passed Mandeville
and was nearing Williamefield. On
reaching the latter place, he stopped
near the Railway Station under the
shade of an overhanging roof of a
front house, and sitting down pro.
needed to assuage his hunger-with half

the bammy, half the pork, and half
the oranges. The yam was destined
to be roasted and eaten higher up
when he had come to the end of his
After half an hour's rest, Mr.
Watson rose, stretched himself, and
started again with a touch and a
word to Alice.
From here onwards his road led
higher and higher, and at about
mid-day he entered the district he
was bound for. At one or two
houses near the road, he enquired his
way to the yard of Mr. Hezekiah
Brooks. This Brooks had once
travelled his way and had partaken.
of Mr. Watson's hospitality, the
latter putting him up for a couple of
days. He undoubtedly would now
in his turn be glad to put up his
former host. After about half an
hour's walk, Mr. Watson came to
the Brooks yard and found the
gentleman of the house at home, who
welcomed him and expressed his de-
light at seeing him again. Mr.
Brooks was a small brown man, a
carpenter by trade, of not much

force~of character, yet kindly and
"Ah really glad fe see you, Miser
Watson. Don mention it, sah. Jus'
tie you donkey to dat tree and sted
dis way. Me no ha much as regards
house and place to sleep ina, but
weh me hav, you welcome to."
Over some roasted yam and
boiled saltfish the little man took
upon himself to find out why Mr.
Watson had come up that way.
"Excuse me, sah, and I doan mean
nutten by it, but ah curious to
know whey you travel dis way fur.
You mus' be going buy and specu-
Mr. Watson resting easily against
the side of the kitchen twitched his
"Well you guess right enough,
Miser Brooks, I am going' fe speculate,
Ah did notice dat our way, well dem
dean grow ginger or nutten to speak
of, an' de baokra ladies dem, dey
always a want ginger. So I tink if I
buy some up dis way an' tek it down,
a might a mek a little pon me
bargain Mr. Brooks looked at him.
"Yes,sah, you might a really mek

sompting pon it. Me neber tink o'
dat, or me might ah try it before. You
mus' be going carry it, de ginger ina
bottle, me notice you got plenty"
o' bottle."
Mr. Watson ate his saltfish and
remarked indifferently:
"Oh de bottle only got a little
Maroon Medicine in dem, It such a
good thing for sickness dat I tink
dat as a coming up here wey dey
doan know it and colds is plenty ah
could ah sell a little here or dere."
Mr. Brooks got so interested that
he stopped eating.
Weh you call it, sab, Maroon
Medicine ? Me no hbar 'bout it before.
A wah it good for?"'.
Mr. Watson took a bite out of:his
roast yam.
"Well, down our side, dey use it
for all sort.o' sickness, but specially
for boile, and stomach ache and cold
wid fever. A see plenty o' people
cura wid it."
Me would a really like fe try it;"
said Mr. Brooks. Me daughter,
Susan yah, often trouble wid stomach
ache. How you sell it sah?"


"Well, as it mek out a somptin'
dear enough, me sell it at shilling a
bottle, but as you is a fren' a would
a gie it o. you for sixpence."
But it's really good, Miser Wat-
son ?" asked Mr. Brooks.
Well it is not for me to praise
me own ting, aldo in die case it
really not mine, for I didn't mek it,
a Maroon mek it for me, but of all
de medicine and fever bush I know,
none cure you so quick as die. But
of course if you. doan want it, well
den doan buy it."
Mr. Brooks hastened to assure his
friend that he meant nothing by his
"A only want fe know, Miser Wat-
son, and me tink me wi tek a bottle,
sahl" i ..
Mr. Watson sold a bottle to Mr.
Brooks and the latter promptly. made
Susan take a small dose, which un-
doubtedly had a certain medicinal
effect by night.
Towards five o'clock in the after-
noon the two men took their way
to the popular rumshop in the neigh-
bourhood, Mr. Watson wisely leav-
ing all medicine behind, trusting to

Mr. Brooks to advertise him. The
little man was of a loquacious turn,
of mind and that evening certainly,
lived up to Mr. Watson's trust. Over
a glass of weak rum and water he
told in graphic terms how he had
given Susan one dose not two hours
ago, and already
It hab a wonaful affeck !"
Mr. Watson when questioned about
it gave polite but modest answers,
only asserting that he had got an
old Maroon to make it up for him,
the latter assuring him that they used
it a lot among his people and he, Mr.
Watson, had indeed found it good.
Towards half past seven Mr. Brooks
and his guest returned home where
they found Susan emitting groans at
intervals and rather sick. Mr. Wat-
son comforted her and her father by
assuring them that she would feel
much better by morning and that the
medicine always made one feel sick
at first.
Next morning Susan was much
better and radiant at having taken
such a "wonaful" medicine. She
had no pain and said she had a great
appetite. Her father was delighted

and Mr. Watson felt cheerful himself,
having had up to now certain doubts
about the after effects of his medi-
cine. He sold six bottles that day,
taking over ginger and home-made
ropes in part payment, where the
buyer did not have sufficient cash.
They went out again to the shop in
the evening, and Mr. Watson found
himself being rapidly advertised. He
was asked several times how it was
made and what of, but he refused .tc
tell saying that he had promised the
Maroon not to. Various guesses
were made at its composition which
produced a desire in every person to
taste it, and by the end of a week
Mr. Watson had sold every bottle,
and he found himself regretting he
had not brought more with him.
Most of the people who' had taken
it felt much better for having
done so. Making the most of his
job, he loaded his donkey once more
and started for home, giving out
that he was going for more medicine
which he would sell more cheaply
this time. He reached home after
another half day's travelling and
found after selling his ginger etc., he


had realized one pound five shillings
on his adventure. N t being satisfied
he made more medicine, and after
Christmas sold to an appreciative
market on the Mile Gully Mountains.
In conclusion I should say that
soon after Mr. Watson had left' the
Mile Gully district the second "time,
some slanderous and evil reports got
abroad about him, and the numer-
ous buyers of his Maroon Medicine"
were heard to say that "dey wish
dey could a catch dat-man agen,
dey would a gie him medicine fe

iT was about 3 o'clock
in the afternoon-the
hour when the sun
Seems brightest and
hottest in the tropics,
Along the heavy grey
sand of the beach were ranged a
number of black canoes, some high up
from the sea,-these had come in
from early morning-others which
had just been beached still on the wet
shore. On the horizon, the sails of a
few late fishing boats could just be
seen appearing on their way back
from their fish pots. They would reach
White Bay, as the bend in the shore
was called, in about an hour's time.
The gunnels of the boats which had
last come in, were thickly lined with
women and girls, buying fish from
the fishermen, and making a loud
clamour over the business. The
atmosphere about was heavy with
the strong raw smell of fish, in all
states, live fish, dead fish, fish boiling,

fish roasting, anl fill boing clelined.
The sea was Jazzling with a thousand
lights, glittering on the moving
wave tops, especially in the west and
more directly ulncr the sun; out in
the South-east and far away under'
the low lying and purple hills, it was
a rich blue, and nearer, but in the
same direction, a tender green. From
tho hby and following the shore was
a long line of cocoanut palms bend-
ing over towards the water and look-
ing top-heavy, with their heavy masses
of houghs Separated from these and
so near the canoes which were selling
fish, that the rush of the foam almost
reached the roots, were a couple of
palms affording at their curved bases
seats which were generally occupied.
Under the shade of one of these
palms a middle sized man with a long
bony face and small eyes and large
'" weh-fe-do" hat, was bargaining with
a woman for two small mullet. The
woman had bought a string of fish-
of which the mullet formed a part,
for sixpence a few hours ago, and
was now trying to get the man to

pay quatty" or penny-half-penny for
about the eighth part.
"Ob, but Miser Watson, you can
see dam wut quatty! dem wut more
if it come to dat, but sake ah you,
you can tek dem fe quatty !"
Mr. Watson slowly stroked his
whiskers and wrinkled up his eyes to
shut out the glare which was on the
Well, Miss Jane, you seh dem
wut quatty, and I tink dem wut gill,
and if dats what you goin ask all de
time fe dem, ah wi hav to guh look
The woman looked at the fish and
at Mr. Watson's lace undecidedly,
then bending over her tray :
Mek ah tie up me fish den, you
want too much fe you money, sah !"
Mr. Watson shouldered his
k" bankra" and turned to go with such
final decision in his movement that
it made the woman say hurriedly:-
" Alright, Miser Watson, see you fish
yah I Mr. Watson turned and putting
down his "bankra," took the fishcalm.

ly and gave the woman her gill, which
she received with a deep sigh, that
would have deceived no one:
"Lard but it cheap Dem tek ad-
vantage of a poor ooman !"
Putting up the fish carefully, Mr.
Watson shouldered his bankra again
and turned away with a "well ah gone,
Miss Jane," "to which the woman
accorded a gracious "yes sah !" in 'a
tone of voice whose kindliness one did
not expect from her former bargain-
Quitting the canoes and people
Mr. Watson walked a little way
up the beach, then turned at right
angles on his left, up a path which
after a minute, brought him out on
the main soad. For about a mile
he walked along inland when, coming
round a bend in the road, he entered
a small village. Though small, it
was, however, of some importance
as one could easily see, for it had a
Market, a Post Office and a Pclice
Station. Through the gate of'the
Station Yard he turned in and walked

up to a Constable who was sitting in
shirt sleeves on the piazza of the
house. The station with its yard,
like all other Police Stations in the
Island, was scrupulously clean and
well-kept; and there was the usual
air of neatness and respectability
about the whole that spoke well for
the discipline of ""the Force."
"You come back quick !" said the
constable to Mr. Watson as the latter
approached him.
"Yessah, me nuh top no time
down ah de beach. Abjus buy me two
little fish dem an come back fe
me bundle and donkey to start fe de
mountain "
Well see you -bundle deh !" said
the constable pointing to a corner in
the piazza where a shallow open box
lay filled to overflowing with coloured
cloths, handkerchiefs, etc., and bound
round with a thatch rope. Mr. Wat-
so9 entered the piazza and putting
down the bankra, untied the rope
and proceeded to pack the upper
clothes more neatly. Having ar.

ranged them, he put a piece ol oil:
akin over-all and strapped the whole
again. ''
"What you going 'do wid":'em
stuff?" asked the constable with- a
smile, as Mr. Watson finished his re-;
packing. Mr. Watson turned-.Lnd
looked thoughtfully at the constable:.
"Well, sab, ah doan know what ah
goin do wid dem rightly. Ah may
keep dem, ah may sell dem, well den
of course you wun know bout dat,"
here the constable laughed and said
"'you speak true, I wun know bout
Because, proceeded Mr. Watvzi
gravely," ah no got no license, b"uto
tell you do troot, corporal, ah d4
know rightly what ah goin do .-Wi
Well ah doan tink I wi know me-
self, bar you tell me !" answered the
Constable who was not a Corporal by
the way. but just an ordinary police-
Oh I wi tell you alright, whenisah
come down agen!" answered: Mr..
Watson as he lifted his box out to''
where a donkey was tied under a lig.

numvilae'treo.He strapped, or rather
roped the box'on the donkey's back,
which also bore the burden of two
hampers, *theui'came back' for his,
Ah no hear that some man
or other did da sell rum widout a
license up your way ?" said the con-
stable, as Mr. Watson gathered up
his guiding rope and prepared to'
Mr. Watson rubbed the side of his
face slowly, and answered as if in
deep thought. Now you remain' me
corporal; ah did hear bout it, not up
my way to be sure, but down ah Mary
Town. But I neber hab anything to
do wid such wickedness, so ah earn
tell you fe-true as I neber come into
contack wid dem. Well, ah going,
corporal! he added as the Constable
did not say anything more.
"Yes sah" answered the Policeman
with a grunt.
driving the dotkey a fillip with
:the: rope, Mr. Watson started
,and was soon out of sight of the

village and on the road leading up to
the hills where his home lay. Shortly"
after he had left the station yard,
the Constable with whom he had
been talking, wont into an inner
room of the station house and re-
marked to the real Corporal who was
sitting at a desk writing.
"Him no got any rum this time,
Corporal! I did really tink me'd ah
catch him." The Corporal turned
round, "I did tink so meself. Did
you look in his box properly?" The
Constable nodded well, Corporal, ah
raise up all de clort dem and ah see
no sign of it. But you tink a man
would ah leave -his box wid rum slap
ina de station piazza ? Him no fool 1!
"Fact It is a fac !" answeredbhe
Corporal musingly. "Him mus' ab
hear dat we are on the look out and
tek warning; nex' time ah goin search
him properly doh."
"You right, Corporal answered
the other Him wi sure got some
dat time. But, Lard him, running

SMeanwhile, Mr. Watson, not en-
tirely unconscious that he was being
talked about, was wending his way
slowly up the steep beginning of a
long hill. By sunset he had got over
,the more arduous and bigger part of
his journey, and by about eight or
nine o'clock he entered his own yard.
He unloaded the donkey and gave
her over to the charge of his daughter,
a girl of about fifteen years, who,
taking her, gave her drink and tied
her out in a grassy patch. Mr.
Watson put up everything carefully,
.taking a special care over six large
quart bottles which he had found
wrapped up in some clothes at the
bottom of the box. The very bold-
-ness of his action in leaving his box
with six bottles of rum at the station
had brought him safely through the
hands of the-police. Then he went
to bed after a hot dinner of bread-
kind and salt fish.
During the earlier part of the next
day Mr. Watson took it easy, resting
doubtless after the weary journey of
yesterday. Towards the latter part
of the afternoon, however, he went

rat to'tbIe village of Beersheba which
-was nearhis place, and stayed there
two or three bouts. He useeked 'to
have gone'there with some :purpose,
for next day he had plenty of visitors,
who first examined his cloth' and
handkerchiefs, then bought according
to their liking. He also managed to
exchange his six quart bettles for
silver coin. at a price double what
he 'paid for them. By evening he
had got rid of all lis cloth' and stuffs
and was plainly satisfied with the
results of his undertaking. "Dem Con-
stable ah watch me fe true, Lorita"
said he to his daughter in the privacy
of their kitchen as he sat smoking
his dirty-looking clay pipe .
"Dem search you box no sah ''
answered Lorita with eager interest
stopping for a minute in her work of
pealing some sweet potatoes.
"Yes chile! Dem raise up all de
elort dem at de side wen ah down at
de Bay..Dem neber really look clean
true-it, because dem neber dream dat
ah would ah leave rum slap ins de
station, but dem look ins dey." Lorita

Inughed -oiit:'oiu 'with the noisy into-
tnation peculiarsto her race, and said:
S":tLarcd butt you -fool dem saah1'
:Mr. Wison-Dven permitted a feeble
sarbof'grin to pass over his face which
*showed .he was 'very- much pleased
with himself, -forhe never went so
far a? to laugh and seldom to smile.
"MWen you going down agen sah?
asked Lorita afteria pause. .
:':Tree week from yesterday to
come." answered: her father: But
ah wi have to tink out some odder
way-of hiding de rum, or dem we
sure catch fe nex time."
"You no can tek pass true some*
-body yard or some oder road, no- mek
dem-see you?" asked Lorita, plump-
ing the potatoes into the big iron
S:' No me chile, dom ah look out fe
me and dem would ah certain 'fin'
me, aldo ah might ah risk it, and try
mIk ah fool dem same time. 'Ah
really might ah try it," said Mr.
IWatson gazing thoughtfully with
half-closed eyes out at his donkey
which was browsing on some Spanish
Needle near the coffee bushes. "But,"

he added, "ah not trying it agen, bar
dis one time. Ah doan seh ah doan
mek some money out ah it, but it
too risky, it too risky. You can
fool dem Constarb to-day, an' you can
fool dem to-marra, but dem wi catch
you some time. You earn fool dem all
de time. So ah only going try dis
once more." Lorita gazed with some
admiration at her father after this
truly profound and philosophic
speech and grunted in affirmative
"You right, sah, you really right.
Me always ah tink dem going ketch
Mr. Watson continued to himself.
" Yes, sah, me really mus fool dem dis
time, or else not, me wi know -Panish
Town inside, and learn how;fe eat
carameal. Dem planth'n roas' yet,
Lorita ?"

About three weeks later Mr. Wat-
son again took his way down "to the
plains, and about four o'clock in the
afternoon having accomplished a
little transaction of his own at a
Sugar Estate, was wending his way

back home. His donkey was heavily
laden with hampers containing stuff
of a weighty nature, and in the out-
skirts of the village near White Bay.
he stopped to adjust the hampers and
body ropes more easily. He then
continued at a brisker rate through
the village, past the shops and mar-
ket, till he approached the gate of the
Police Station Yard, Here he slowed
down and in an indifferent and,
leisurely manner, walked past the
gate. He had not gone two yards
past however, when he was stopped
by a shout from the same Constable
that had taken charge of his baggage
before. Miser Watson !" Mr. Wat-
son stopped and turned.

"Miser Watsou! a word with you
sab Bring you donkey in too !"

; Mister Watson led the donkey
back and turned within the station
yard where he was met by the
SConstable and the Corporal.

"Marning, Miser Watson !"
"Marnin' Carporal' morning Sar-
The Corporal then addressed him.

"' Sarry fe stop you, Mister Watson
but some people ah seh some tings,
bout yqu, dat you ah sell rum widout
license, so as it is my jurisdiction and
duty, ah wi have to search your ham..
per, jus' fe prove dem is arlright.'.

.-Mr. Watson at this speech, looked
at the Corporal, as if he did not'
understand him, then, stroking his.
hand on the side of his face, he said

"Dat I ah sell rum widout a
license?" Then after a pause, he
led the donkey forward and said
gloomily as if overcome by the
wickedness of people. You no can-
search him."

The two proceeded to search the
hampers while Mr. Watson stood
silently by with a look of cold im-
passive dignity on his face. The
Constables quickly took off the.
"cruckcuss bag," or bag of sack-
cloth 'that covered the contents
of the hampers. They then saw that
each hamper contained two kerosene
tins, covered over at the tops with a
piece of cloth tied down tightly.

They -removed one of these pieces
of cloth and saw to their disgust
nothing .but thick "'wet sugar'
which filled the pan almost to the
brim. They tried the other three
and found them just the same, full of
wet sugar. The Corporal tried to
Hide his disappointment and disgust
under a cloak of outward good

"People will tell lie Miser
Watson," said he, an ah really lose
me drink dis time. Pan sugar is
really better to trade in dan rum
dob, an ah sorry fe hab to trouble

Mr. Watson waited in silence till
they had tied back the cloth, and
put in the bags, then he began:-
S, "Well, Sargent, you hab you duty,
and you tink it right, maybe dat- you
should ah stop an hones' man iua him
way, to go hol' him donkey and search
thim like any common tief slap ina de
Ipujtlic. But I doan tink it right."
Mr. Watson's voice rose higher, "I'
|dpan rink it right. Seh help me, if
rdoa tink~

ah doan tink you treat me like any
common dirty tief dat dem haul go
ah Spanish Town. If dat-""
Go on you way and doan mek
a noise in de yard," said the Cor-
poral, angry at his failure to nwl rum
and the hypocritical defence of Mr.
Watson. "Go out de yard."
Ah going, ah goin !" said Mr. Wat-
son moving out. You tink ah would
ah stay yah in die place, web dem
mek me out a criminal; an hones
man got no place ina die yard."
With this parting shot Mr. Watson
and his donkey took their way out
and went again on their journey
home. Long after dusk he reached
his ard, where he found Lorita
anxiously looking out for him.
SAs ah no see you come by sunset,
an it' ah get late" said she, "me seh
dem mus' ah really catch you die
time, sah. Me really anxious fe you."
She helped him unload the donkey
and move the hampers inside the'
kitchen, then gave the beast a little
water and tied her out for the night.'

Returning to the kitchen she filled
her father's- plate with bread--
kind roastscband boiled; yams, cocoas
and plantain, 1the whole flavoured'
with pork and country pepper. -

Mr. Watson made a hearty dinner,
Sand during the meal gave an account
of his meeting with the Constables,
and how he fooled them, to his
Daughter, who listened with much
interest. .
"An den, as ah come to-de station
yard gate, ah tek time walk slower
fe mek dem tink ah warn go pass
widout" dem see me, as if ah no care.
De Corporal and de Sargen' tan up
inside an watch me dem really not
any Corporal' and Sargent but so.
I'call dem-an' as ah could ah get
Ib6ut one yard pas' de gate, de
Coporal cry out loud :
Miser Watson, Miser Watson, ah
warn see you. Biing in you donkey
*come too ina de yard."

?:'" Well, when ah hear dat ah turn
rqpu'.a' s if surprise, and lead de donkey
ina de yard."


"You no feel frighten, sah?" asked
Lorita as her father paused'oto put a
big piece of "nager" yaamnin-_his
mouth. Mr. Watson masticated for
a few seconds before answering :
"Well, ah doan seh ah doan feel
kine o' funny when ah hear me name
call sharp, but of course ah doan
mek dem see it, but jus' lead me
donkey in quiet, an tell dem
martin'. Well den, dem tek off de
baig quick fe true, an as dem see de
kerosene tin, dem eye jump, and
dem whip off de olort quick. as any.
Mr. Watson paused again to take
in some more food and give power
to the climax of his tale.
"An what dem seh when dem
see de sugar?" asked Lorita eagerly.
Dem neber seh scarcely a ting"
answered her father, dem so dis.
appoint. Dem could ah only smile
an' look like dem torm fool bud. Dey
neber would ah guess in dis wor'I
dat rum could ah ina wet .sugar ina
paocy. But you tink de paccy doan
fiG de kerosene sweet 1"

"Weh'you get dem sah ?" asked'
Lorita, downn ah White Bay ?"
"' No me chile," answered Mr.
Watson, "'ah get dem higher up doe
beach, at a place denm call it, Let
River Hole,' where dem grow like
Premento grow yah almost Ah fill
dem firs' wid de rum and stop up de
hole tight, den put dem in de kero-
sene tin an' fill up de tin wid de
pan sugar. 'Dem could ah neber
fine it out."
.Mr. Watson by this time had come
'to.the end of his dinner, and he
handed over the plate to Lorita, who
washed it and put it up in its place
ot0a shelf with a couple of pans and
cracked mugs. Her father who was
tired and sleepy then went to bed,
:Lorita following his example, and
'they were both soon sleeping, if not
the sleep of the just, yet the sleep of
undisturbed consciences.


Wherever two or more roads meet
in Jamaica, there is, as is doubtless
true for other parts of the world,
generally to be found one'- or more
shops. Sometimes the situation is.
important enough to demand first
one shop, then a village, then a town,
then perhaps a large city according
to the development of the country.
Jamaica has not yet 'got many towns,
however, and the one shop usually
become two or three with a couple of
other houses around, and is then call.
ed a village. In this state it generally
remains, and probably will remain
for many more years. Beerthsheba
belonged to this class, but it -had to
show as a sign of some advancement,
a Post Office; and the Tax Collector
came at his times to receive taxes
there. It lay in the southern part
uf the Pariah of Manchester and had
roads leading from it to Mandeville
and Vere and St. Elizabeth ; from
which it will be seen that it had a
good position.
About four or five years ago it
was celebrating with much noise and

fervour the let of August. Very
few, if any of those who celebrated
remembered why it was a public
holiday, or brought that forward in
their enthusiasm ; still they were're-
cognizing it" with games and sports.
About a hundred yards from the
shop, in a field which formed a sort
of suburban part of the village, the
annual Cricket Match between
Beerthsheba and Smithfield was
going on, and was being played with
much spirit. The pitch consisted of
along naked piece of land; all its
grass having been rubbed off by con-
tinual running upon, and it was very
:red and very dirty. "As the players
'went too and fro they gradually par-
took of its redness in their clothes
3and socks (for most played in their
'socks alone). It took a lot how-
ever to tint the original colours of
Some of the socks, these being very
'rilliant in hue-purple, and yellow,
and red. These facts did not de-
"'tract from the enjoyment of the
,game, and the pitch was certainly
,more level with the grass off. The
spectatorss, other than the men of

the team" now batting, were chief
women and girls selling bread and
cakes and ginger beer. The absence
of the men was due in a measure to
the fact, that there was a game ooek
fight just about to begin outside the
saddler's shop, and, there thirty. or
forty, men were collected round two
who had a cock each in their hands'.
Game-cock fighting happened now
to be very much in vogue, and like
all other transitory amusements had
a good deal of enthusiasm behind it.
The present fight was between Mr.
Joe Robinson's "High Licker" and
Mrs. James Bolton's f Harkaway,"
and the stakes were 2 a side.
These stakes were formed from
twenty shares of two shillings each,
ten of which had been taken by an
owner of one cock, the rest being
'divided among ten other share-
holders. Thus either cock had
eleven enthusiastic backers, t_
counting the interested spectator~l
who indnlged in independent betfe
anI shouting. The referees were

two shopkeepers, and men of stand-
ing, as one could easily perceive from
their 'drew'and -high dignity of bear:
ing. Among those nearest the'cocks,
which was long and grave, a share-
holder in the company which favoured
Mr. Robinson. He took great interest
in the proceedings, but did not grow
loudly excited as the others did. His
name was- Mr. William -Watson of
Every Garddo, this being the bam0
of his place. Suddenly the chief
abopkeepor raised his hand,-
"Let them fly," said he and thb
;owners raising their birds flung them
:at one- another. Mr. Robinson'k
bird- was smaller than the other, but
.looked more,game to experienced
.eyes. Either fowl had had its4purs
cut-off: and a sharp long piece -of
.steel substituted, "clumsily, in their
Velace to produce a more deadly
t attle. The cocks now began to Apar
in earnest and various opinions
-* : e passed and good humoured

,-. "Hi! Miser Robinson You fowl
7good, you know. Him little but h'n

"Come on now, I wi' bet you five
poun' dat de re cock beat; yes me
son, five poun' !"
"Five poun', Lard me Masse, ah
since when Charlie get five poun.
H'n mus' ah tief it from old Fader
"Choh no man!" said another,
"He mus' a going married .to dat
yalhr giurl from Queentown. I no
hear she got money."
"Shut you mout, you impudent
chap you!"
Hi! Miser Watson, ah bet you
a sixpence againstt you raw-bone
jackass dat de yaller cock beat!"
There was some laughter at this,
but Mr. Watson disdained to answer.
He only scratched his side whisker.
"Hi, de yellow cock ah gie de
oder all him looking for Mises
Robinson, I gie you quatty fer you
cock !"
"Quatty and gill!" yelled another.
Here a shout went up :-" Fus blood,
for Miser Bolton Hark:tway !"
Hah, what ah tell you, I know


i.dq4ya&ae cook eould sh winth 1"
"Cho, man, himl doan 'win yet
t"You .wi soon see himt favour John-
crow when.h'n going dead."
Ss.he., odds, now were, in Belton's
..fayor and the red cock,aeemedLindeed
p~.goin:to lose, when:.suddenly he be-
o.'lan taattack with fury.and jumping
up high, came down. with a oruel
id'leb aoross-ihe head 'of Harkaway,
b'blfdingghimiin- one .eye. I A great.
p shout went up:-
, '" De red cock beat! De red cock
Seat I"
'. .Him..doan-beat!"
ifHim'do. beat you. noi see him
,*-ounget'up I"
;"* ?B'm no beat ah'tell-you !"
S* ".Ah wha ah tell yoh Han up me
s.iixpence I"
." Han up which sixpence 2 ah owe
you any sixpence !"
I, 'D.oan mek.ah get angry yah, to
iay .-Did you. not gie de sixpence
ayopaet-wit me to George Benti to
-'ol',(and den tek it web when you
ESeemah going win ?"
S-" Oh madr de bet'off!"

De bet off what! you is a' d-m
wutless scoundrel !"
Ah who you ah call all de witless
scoundrel? Jus' call me so agen!"
"You is a scoundrel !"
rhe one struck the other and a
souffle ensued. They came 'apart
and took on an awful 'appearance
of most deadly hatred. One feared
for their lives.
"Now you jus' strike me agen !"
"Strike. you wha! You. strike
me fus ?"
"Jus' strike me! You jus'hit me !'
Well you jus' hit me fu', and I
wi' show you what you want!"
It ended in each requesting the
other to hit him, but as the othbr re-
fused to do such a rude and un-
christianaat,:the quarrel, evaporated
gradually. During this the. yellow
cock had fallen, and refused to get
up though urged by his owner to do
so. The referees then adjudged the
victory to Mr. Robinson's 'High
Licker. As soon' as the ied cock had
beaten the 'other to' the ground, it
might have been observed that 'his
eleven backers had showed in.'round
the stakes holder, and when' victory
was declared, hastily took their

'money .romwhim and also their 'rival
company's. 'Plenty of vigorous
;language was being shouted on all
sides, as the losers tried to 'get 'out
their bets and the winners urged
their rights. By one of those-power-
ful 'unwritten laws which hold .all
'the world-over, Mr. Robinson had
to stand drinks for the defeated
company and everybody adjourned to
the most popular of the rum shops,
Which by the.way, belonged to 9ne
of the referees. Here for, two or
three hours, plenty of shouting,
argument in very curious English,
an.somae uarelling which ended. in
* w odfol the .most part, went on.
The.negro do' not as a rule noed
much rum to.make him tipsy, for a
very little affgcts .him. He seldom
however gets really very drunk, 'or
Siintoxicated to that extent that he
cannot go home without help. This
is true for the country parts, where
'the lack of ready honey, perhaps has
'something to do with the soberness
*'of'Uthe people. Nearly every shop
"outside the towns in Jamaica sells
Srum and other intoxicants, but this
.does -not :mean that there is an
Excess of drinking among individual

parties, but rather thatrWlarlewry-
urbody takes a drink, nown Ad4_then,
After, an half hour's oonvivaley,. Mr.
Robinson who was rather, cautious
as regards all bis money affairs, .took
his cook and started for homaeac-
-companied by his -wife and tMr.
't.Watson whose home.also lay in~he
same direction.
"You going home sooh,"' sait'Mr.
Watson, to Mr. Robinson, 1 You
not going join in de spoart'at' de
shop ?"
"No sah, no port for me, ah win
me money fair, ah wah ah going spen,
it for? ah hab one drink,. dat's all
ah want more ?" "Tell me; he added
half angrily and half drunkenly to
..Mr. Watson." "Tell me sah, you
tink a man should ha' spen' and wase
h'm money pon de ting dem call rpm
and get drunk like a beas. Dem is
a fool."
"You speak true sab," .said Mr,
.Watson soothingly, Dem is a fool."
"' But sah, when ah see you fowl beat,
ah really glad. Him is de bes' bird
Him good, him really ,gobd,"
agreediMr. Robinson, -whose:;.agr

passedfaway at once, excessive amia-
bility taking its place.
Did'you see how h'm rise up and
lash de oder cross de head? me
heart leap till ah tink it going pop,
when af seem gie dat blow.
Mr. Watson eyed the bird with
grave admiration. "Wunderful, sab,
wppderful." "An' how much" with a
diferential air that flattered Mr.
Robinson, "would you be askin' for a
cock like dat sah ?"
Mr. Robinson looked at him as if
he did not understand.
"An' how much would ah ask fe
him ?" he repeated.
"But him not fe sale. You tink.
:ah would ah sell die fowl; ah woulden
,sell him, not even if ah ah dead fe
hungry, an me belly swell out like
dem little maugre pig. Ah bring up
,dis cock from de berry egg shell, and
ah watch him and see him grow to
dib size and den ah going sell him?"
S."No, sab, you don understand me,"
[said Mr. Watson, hastening to pacify
the other; ah don mean to ask you
howumuch you would ah sell him for,
biut' what, jis out of curiousness, you
tinkk him wut? 'Ah no hear dis man

Thomas Simit seh him would sh gie
ten slhillin' fe him?"
Ah know, ah know," said Mr.
Robinson, h'm offer me dat al-
ready, h'n na sell."
Me hab a little money from me
tobacco and premento," said Mr.
Watson musingly, "if ah could get
a real good bud like dat, ah would
ah buy him. Doh ah mus' seh dem
is a risky ting to keep. Dem may
boat. and den agen dey may lose an'
you no know when dem going sick."
"My fowl na going sick !" said
Mr. Robinson as it in protest to
some remark against his cock.
From these casual remarks, Mr.
Watson gradually led up to the direct
question of asking Mr. Robinson to
sell him his fowl, and he was in full
persuasion when they came to the
meeting of the two paths which led
from the public road to their respect.
tive homes. Finding Mr. Robinson
obdurate and quite opposed to any
business, Mr. Watson scratched his
right whisker philosophically and
said good bye.
Well as you wun do any business
Miser Robinson and ah doan seh you
wrong, I mus go me way. Evenin'!

sah, evening Miss Ann !" this to Mrs.
Robinson who had been walking as
a wife should about ten yards behind
her' husband.
I wish you a good evening' sah!"
It was dusk when after a couple
of minutes walk from where he had
separated from the other two, Mr.
Wat on entered his own yard. His
daughter a ragged girl of about
twelve had preceded him, and had
stirred up the fire in the rotten
shaky looking kitchen to greater
vigour by the addition of some wood.
The walls of the kitchen were of
plaster white washed outside, but
lacking this dressing inside. The
inside however, to make up for the
coating of white-wash had taken to
itself several coatings of soot and was
very black and dirty especially near
the fire corners. From the rafters
of the thatched roof, hung bundles
of tobacco leaves which were being
cured in an atmosphere of peculiar
smell,- born of smoke and other
odours. It is easy to recognize
this smell, when on a pleasant
summer evening, a man will pass on
the road smoking his donkey rope."
The seat of honour, a polished block

of wood, stood near the fire, and
around wero various odds and ends,
old pans, cocoa heads, a donkey's
pack saddle, etc. This roomwas Mr.
Watson's study, dining hall, pantry
and kitchen. When Mr. Watson
entered and took' his accustomed
Seat, the girl was stirring a pot of
red peas soup, and a little boy of
grave long face, inherited doubtless
from his father, was sitting in one
corner eagerly awaiting his dinner.
"You feed de pig yet Josiah ?"
asked Mr. Watson of this little boy.
"Yes sah, me feed him dun dis
long time,"
""Ah want you go wid me to de
groun' to-morrow to help me carry
some potato slip," said Mr. Watson;
ah doan wan mek de season- pass."
Me have fe go up to Cedar'Valley
to morrer go bruk premento sah I''
said Josiah in his shrill young voice.
"Hi fe true," said Mr. Watson.
"I nuh fuhget. You tell Miser Tom
dat you wun tek fipence a day?"'
Yes sah, but him seh sah, dat
if ah doan wan de fipence, ah fe stay
way sah."
Mr. Watson gave a grunt and was
silent. The soup was now ready and

.the girl poured it. into three re-
peptaoles,.a blue soup plate with a
yellow border, which as being the
only soup plate belonged to Mr. Wat-
,sen naturally, a cracked mug .which
tbq girl kept for herself, and a tin
p:anikin which the boy eagerly ao-
oepted. .They- had pewter spoons
however of the same pattern, design
stand bize. After finishing his soup
and some roasted potatoes the .boy
departed to his bed, which wAev sort
of bench in the hall of the ,house
'proper. On his leaving the kitchen,
his father began a conversation with
ihis daughter:-
"Lorita, ah offer Miser Robinson
eleven ,shilling for his cock- dis
evening' an he wun tek it-"
..Lorita who was a thin featured
Iand sharp looking girl looked at her
After then laughed. Him mus ,a
Mr. Watson fingered the few hairs
that formed his right whisker: You
,Ipeak.true, Lorita h'nis a fool. When
Soafr ao-see eleven shillin' in h'n han'
ln "I uld a sell. You no know
t~4fh 'he mongoose goin' tek you
sfowl or" h'n may dead or h'n even
*Twalk way."

Mr. Watson then lowered his voice
and proceeded to whisper cautiously,
"Stop you laughing Lorita and
listen to me. Ah been tell all o' dem
dis evening' dat ah goin to me Uncle
a Santa Cruz to-morrow, so dey won
know. Ah going start ina. morning
soon an' you mu3 come down Thurs-
day night (It was now Monday)
to de Bay cross roads whey I wi
meet you. You certain you know
whey fe do? eh? Lorita nodded.
"' Ah know fe certain sab, ah could
ah walk bout dat yard ina blacks'
Well ah speak to you enuf to mak
you unerstan an' you ought to do
it right. But ah wi tell you over
Mr. Watson kept on whispering
loudly and earnestly to Lorita for
about half an hour, then both went
to bed in their palatial family house.

On Thursday morning about seven
o'clock, Mr. Robinson having rubbed
the sleepiness out of his eyes by a
vigorous application of water to his
face,-this was generally as far as the
bath went with him-stralle I leisure-

ly round to the back of his house to
.look at his fowl. To his astonish-
ment he found the door of the coop
open and its occupant absent; think-
ing however that his wife had loosed
the cock to have a run, lie went
back to quarrel with her, for he had,
given her no permission to do any
such thing. He learnt from her, how-
ever, that she was innocent of the
charge, neither was any one of his
child, n guilty. His feeling then
became one of terror and anxiety,
and he and his household looked long
and eagerly for the cock. The news
spread quickly among the neighbour-
ing yards, that Mr. Robinson's Red
Cock was gone, and by about ten
o'clock it became apparent that the
fowl had been stolen.

Mr. Robinson now was frantic and
his language would have been inter.
eating to the thief if he had been

S"Ah wish to Gawd Awmighty dat
;.ah could ah hol de man dat tief me
Nfowl. Me Gawd, ah would ah kill
Shim! Ah would ah tear h'n inside
out. But whah sort o' man dem hab
bout yah dat h'n should ah come

slap ina me yard ah night and tek
out me fowl. De dam;blarsted tief I
Having given up all hope that his
fowl had strayed,''Mr. Robinson 'ptit
on his coat and set out for the near-
est Police- Station, which was about
four miles away He 'took 'Bme
time to' walk the distance,- as"he
stopped several time to 'relate the
news to sympathizing friends, atid
give candidly his opinion 'of the
thief's character.
On arriving at the station, he told
his story to the Corporal in charge,
and gave a minute description of
the fowl, leaving out, however,"the
fact that it was a game cock.' The
reason for the latter reticence being
that game cock fighting was not 'al-
lowed by the law. 'The Corporal
told him that he would have the
description of the cock sent around
through the Police Gazette, but said
that as Mr. Robinson did not sus-
pect any one in particular, there was
'nothing much more to.be done. -
Yiou'certain that you got no sms-
piciofi againstt any man at all? 'he
"No sah, me no got any sus-
picion," answered Mr. Robinson

gloomily. Dem is all a tief." But
if ah hav' fe spen ebery penny ah
got, ah wi punish him," he added
vindictively. He then tried at the
neighboring shop to find consola-
tion in, a couple of glasses of weak
rum and wa er, but the rum only
helped to inflame his passions and he
returned home very angry and sullen.
His way, when coming to his yard.
took him very near Mr. Watson's
home, and in passing he might have
noticed Lorita fast asleep under a
banana tree in some coffee bush. He
might have noticed too that she
looked very tired, but these little
things went unseen to his clouded
intellect and he certainly would not,
even if he had noticed her weariness,
dreamt of associating it with the
absence of his fowl.
About this very time or a little
earlier, Mr. Watson and his "raw-
bone jackass," Alice, entered the yard
of his ncle "Old Father Matney,"
after a walk from the bottom of the
Manchester Hills. Father Matney's
yard was some miles south-east of
the village of Santa Cruz, and Mr.
Watson and his donkey were rather
tired, for the road leading up from

the Savannas' into the -Santa Cruz
Mountains is a monotonous and
wearyingolimb, over stiff and numer-
ous little hills. When Mr. Watson
entered the yard of his uncle (he was
supposed by some to be his father),
he found the old gentleman asleep
under a mango tree with a bible open
in his hands, Father Matney had
been rather a wild fellow in his
younger days, so to make up for lost
time, had taken enthusiastically to
religion in his old age. At present
his inclinations tended toward
Seventh Day Adventism, but he
had not become a regular convert
and his mind was still open to any
taking ideas that might come along.
He welcomed his nephew cordially
and gave him breakfast which his
daughter, a good looking woman of a
sort of yellow colour, dished up for
them. The name of this woman was
Eliza Matney, and she had that
peculiar yellow colour of -skin which
is seen chiefly, in the people of
the Savannas and hot plains of the
Southern and South-western parts of
the Island.
You bring anything fe me Will-
yam ?" said Mr. Matney after the

donkey had been unloaded and tied
out and they were.eating their break-
faes. Mr. Wataon,finished swallow-
ing some boiled potato before an-
"Well sah ah doan bring nutten
much, but knowing dat provision is
scace down die way, ah bring you a
couple o' yampi an' cocoh.

"Tenk you me son, tenk, you,"
said the old man, *" The blessing of
de Lord fall pon you, for you tink
bout de ole man an you len to de
Mr..Watson chewed his yam mod-
'* Well sah, me doan- go to Church
ofen, an de collection man dem, doan
ofen see me money, an ah swear
and all de res' o'it, but ah do tink
pon me relations sometime."
Well Willyam," replied the "old
man who liked yampie, "so far you
bad enuf, but when you gie to me, de
poor ole man, you lenin' to de Lord,
you lenin to de Lord, an de Lord will
repay you, for h'n seh so and h'n
hab to.
Ah notice you hab a cock wid

you," changing the subject abruptly.
"What you goin do wid it ?"
Ah buy it cheap from a man up
ah Plowden," answered Willyam, ah
did hav' de money an it so cheap
dat ah buy it for a shillin !"
Shillin ?" said Mr. Matney, It
cheap," an a game cock to? "
"You right sah," said Mr. Wat-
son "ah game cock, an because ah
game cock ah buy it. I brine him
fe try a fight wid de cock bout yah.
Cock fight Willyam ?' said Mr.
Matney, you going in fe dat, you wi
lose money, an' besides its sinful.
Aldo you is a young man an you mus
hab you way. When you is my age,
well den you wi tink more about
getting you soul ready for de great
day. But me no bear dat dem doHn
allow it by law. Dat dem can
punish you.
"Dem doan allow it fe true!"
agreed Mr. Watson, But if dem doan
know, how can dey punish you?"
"Well de station is far enuf
away," said Mr. Matney, an ah doan
suppose dey wi catch you. But dese
tings is sinful, Willyam! Bery sinful."
Mr. Watson did not think it worth
while to take up the question of its

sinfulness, and went on eating with-
out making a reply. However, Mr.
Matney finding his nephew unwilling
to discuss cook fighting from a re-
ligious point of view, limited himself
to the financial and social sides of #
the sport. For an old man who was
supposed to be wrapped up in the
pursuit of religion, he showed a sur-
prisingly keen knowledge of his
neighbours affairs, what sort of cocks
they had, and the latest fights that
had come off.
It really curious, Willyam," re-
marked Mr. Matney, dat as you
coming' to see me you should a buy a
game cook, an you no know dat dem
ah fight cook up yab. It really
You speak true sah;" said Mr.
Watson gravely, "it really curious."
"All tings is in the ban of de
Lord"' said Mr. Matney without.
intending any irreverence.
Mr. Watson learnt from Matney
and Eliza that a certain Philip
Brown living two miles away, had a
cook that had beaten nearly every /
other cook in the district. It would '!
be easy to get up a fight between the
two cocks, for Brown was keen on


the sport and had won plenty of
money on his. Mr. Matney seemed
doubtful about the advisability of
fighting such a good cock without
trying theirs first, but Mr. Watson
assured him that nis cock was quite
capable of beating any cock around,
and he was going to Mr.'4Brown's in
the morning to arrange the combat
Next morning Mr. Watson found
Mr. Brown quite willing to have the
fight, and it was arranged that a
duel, with a bet of ten shillings a
Side, should come off at Ole :Matey's
yard between the two cocks that day.
At noon then of theenext day, Mr.
Brown with his fowl and small party
of backers went to Mr. Matney's
yard where they found awaiting them,
Mr. Watson with' his fowl and'&,ils
backers. After a few preliminaries
such as placing the stakes in the
hands of some worthy man and ap- *
pointing two judges, a ring was
formed round Mr. Watson and Mr.
Brown and the fight began. During
the fight a man who had but lately
come from Manchester was struck
with the resemblance between Mr.
Watson's cock and a fowl, which he

said belong to one Mr. Robinson
who lived near Beersheba. Ah
neber.see two fowl favour so;" said
he, "Aldo ah do see a difference.,
But dem do favour fe true," ,
'*You right, Marse John," said
Mr. Watson heartily, "Ah know
Miser Robinson fowl-eben more ',dan
ah know dis, an ah neber see such a
likeness. Same so de oder one red !"
De berry same!" said Marse
John, "only fe you cock'little smaller!"
Ah tink so meself" agreed Mr.
Watson, Him little smaller."
The fight took place with less
noise than at Beersheba, but it was
longer and more game. After about
ten minutes, severe sparring how:
ever, Mr. Watson's red cock first
wounded and then' completely de
feared the other and his owner was
richer by ten s'illings.
After the shouting had, stopped
and some hostile arguments had
passed off, Mr. Watson and Mr.
Matney brought out some glasses,
some rum and some water; and every-
body had a drink in the red cock's
honour. Mr. Matney, who had a
strong belief in the idea that all things

little or great that profited him, were
the work of Providence, and that
anything that was unfortunate was-
the work of Satan, was especially
joyful and even took a drop of rum
in excess of good fellowship. Mr.
Brown and his party finally took
their departure about an, hour later,
taking with taem however, an open
challenge to anybody in the district,
who having a cock might like to'
As the result of this challenge, no
less than four fights came off during
then ext two or three weeks, of which
Mr. Watson"s cook won three, and
his Master we will not say owner-.
gained 2 in all. It is to be feared
that Mr. Matuey's soul did not bene-
fit by Mr. Watson's stay, and he had,
for several lapses in sinfulness, to make
up by many outward signs of re-
morse and much bible reading..
At the end of the third week how-
ever, Mr. Watson sent Eliza Mat-
ney's little boy to Lorita at Every
Garden with some tobacco and a
message, and two days after the boy

had come back, he departed himself
from his uncle's. yard. He went
away at.an exceedingly early hour of
the morning, near midnight in fact,
and by some strange coincidence met
Lorita at the foot of the Manchester
hills on his way to Alligator Pond at
about two o'clock in the morning.
Lorita did not stop to talk, however,
but started off back home at a very
quick walk, while her father went on
in a leisurely manner to -the bay.
Two days later he returned home and
found all the neighbourhood excited
over the curious way in which Mr.
Robinson's red cock had come back
to his coop after a disappearance of
three weeks about. Mr. Robinson
himself did not know what to make
of it, and meeting Mr. Watson on
the day of the latter's return, ex-
pressed his opinions:-" Well Miser
Watson, such a ting sah! Fus' ah
lose him an ah sure somebody tief
him, and den when ah ah look after
to fin' de tief, de fowl come back.
De only ting sah, is dat eider some
man tief it an' put it back because
h'm frighten o' me, or dat it some
o' dem blarsted obeahman tricks."


Mr. Watson stroked his whisker
thoughtfully:-" Well den ah doan
tink it's obeahman Miser Robinson,
from what I understand; but reader dat
it's some tief, who mus' ah tek it
web and as you seh, h'm so frighten
dat it put h'n back. But dayse
wickedness sah !"


"Heh, heh, heh eh.... Doan
bodder me son! But coo Thomas
nub I But Lar dayse trouzez and de
gaiters-jus ah boasy! You ah go
courting, nuh Thomas?"
Thomas for answer made a quick
grab at.the small barefooted boy
who thua impertinently addressed
him; failing to hold him however as
the latter had been expecting the
grab and easily escaped. Thomas in
the, glory of Sunday clothes did not
think it worth while to go after him
so merely remarked in tones that
were not very vindictive:-
"Alright Bezekiah, you jus' wait
yah till ah comeback from chutch
Ah. gie.jyot arl you looking for. You
too bloomin' farce."
Hezekiah at this merely laughed a
shrill young laugh and followed his
brother out of the yard,-at a respec-
table distance however. Thomas's
get-up was' certainly one to evoke


attention if not admiration in all
other people. His shoes beginning
from the bottom were of the fashion-
able colour brown, and of a peculiar
and stylish cut, -being a sort of cross
between a shoe' and boot. They
were not high, nor yet low, buttoned
by two rows of four buttons each,
yet also laced with broad brown
laces. Just above the shoes, suffi-
ciently high to give a glimpse of a
purple sock, came the end of a re-
markably fine pair of light coloured
gaiters, tailor made of corduroy -and
fastened with large buttons. The
light colour of the gaiters was in
fine contrast to a pair of dark brown
trousers, which appeared also to ad.
vantage against the brilliant hues of
a sash which looked like silk, but
which, it was to be feared, was only
coloured cotton or cretonne. Above
this encincture shone out in dazzling
splendour a full expanse of white
shirt, with silver studs all complete.
The coat which bounded this snowy
bosom, was of a bright blue shade
with a -large -handkerchief hanging
half-way out of the breast-pocket,
hiding .the end of a silver chain
which passed from the first button

.hole and had several large and ornate
charms hanging to it. His hat, a
new stylish- felt, bought only a week
Sago, rested: lightly on the- "'brush
top of his head, which was held a
little stiffly by a high collar girt, at
its base by a red and green necktie.
the tioewas kept well in place by a
necktie clip, of ornate and chaste
design, bought of a Syrian peddler.
As jewelryW(ther than the charmu.of
his watch.olgin,' Thomas ~shad twp
silver ringeon a little finger, one of
which 'had' its value enhanced by a
'large red stone cut like a seal. He
carried an, orange stick or rather
cade nicely-varnished in his hand,
and "bad as a- finishing touch to'a
masterly and most effective get-up,
"a-gorgeous ginger lily in his button
* hole. Thomas was undoubtedly te
-Dude of the district.
They,-for Hezekiah was also go-
ing to church' and was also dressed
ine Sunday' clothes,' which -unlike
those'of his brother consisted simply
'of' a blue suit 'and cap,-proceeded
'lohg 'in silence following a path
'whili led over a stone wall into the
SpastAtte of a property or pen, through
'this~iasture then over another stoie-

wall and into' the public road.
Thomas did not walk too quickly for
the day was warm, and the heat
might take a bit of the polish off his
appearance. To prevent any risk
however to his collar, he stuffed his
handkerchief round his neck between
the skin and collar during his jour-
ney through the pasture; coming out
on the highway he removed the
handkerchief back again into its
former elegant position.

As he and Hezekiah came into the
road the first person they met was Mr.
George Green, a teacher, riding on a
young and rather small horse. Teach-
ers in Jamaica generally ride, and it is
strange how one can easily single one
of that class from a crowd without an y
foreknowledge that he be a. teacher.
There is a mixed air of respecta-
bility, some bumptiousness, some
self-assurance, some timidity, some
importance, that always gives them
away. .Mr. Green in his way, was
also a bit of a dude, not so flashy or
bright as Thomas, but as befitted a
older man and a teacher, more given
to dress that showed solidity and
dignity in its foundations. On this

Occasion he sported a pair of leather
leggings, black and shiny, a,rather
dark suit with its coat out long,. and
.a collar, the lowness of. whichwas
,due to the thickness and shortnesof
the neck it encircled. .
Mr. Green greeted them with an
-affable and slightly condescending
.smile:- "Good morning Thomas
morning Hezekiah I"
Thomas answered with a rather
absent-minded morning sah!" for-the
sight of Mr. Green riding so stylishly
and with such dignity to church had
set him thinking about his chances
in love againstsuch a rival, for be it
known, Thomas and the teacher were
rivals for the hand of fair (meaning
comely) Miss Annabel Gibson who
Should not make up her mind which
to choose. Thomas had the ad-
vantage of seeing her, far more often
*than Mr. Green whose duties kept
him busy, and'although up to now
.she had seemed gracious to him, still
she had not refused altogether the
advances of the other, and the
position and comfortable salary of
the teacher often obtruded them-
selves on his mind and made him
gloomy. For some little way along

the road his mind was thus inelan-
choly, but the cheerful salutations of
acquaintances that he met bound for
church, added to the brightness of
the morning, gradually dispelled is
gloom, and by the time the church
had come in sight round a corner of
the road, he 'was feeling quite good-
humoured. 'Besides was he not go-
ing to have the privilege of walking
home with Miss Annabel after
church !
Mr. Green had gone on ahead,
presenting by the help of a martin-
gale as well as a curb and snaffle
bit on the mouth of the horse, a
stylish and spirited appearance.
When Thomas had walked through
the gates of the church yard, pastthe
church and up to the school house, he
found Mr. Green talking to Miss
Annabpl, and her mother Mrs. Gib-
win under a mango tree.
Ilu was neither surprised nor dis-
mayed however, for he felt that off
his horse'the teacher was not such
a terrible foe, so he took off his hat
gracefully and shook hands' rather
bashfully with Mrs. Gibson and
Miss Annabel. Mrs. Gibson who

was dressed in a much starched print'
gown that stuck out around in stiff
folds,, accorded him a kindly.'"How
youh do dis morning Thomas ?"
and, Miss Annabel who looked charm-
ing in a white dress trimmed with
bright blue ribbons and girt at the
waist with a belt, also of a blue
ribbon, gave him a gracious morningn
Thomas." Thomas felt that he had
not g6t himself up for nothing.
As they had a few minutes to wait
lbefre the service would begin, they
remained under the mango tree fur
the time chatting; or rather the
teacher and Mrs Gibson chatted, the
younger two being self-conscious
were silent enough.
"How is Mr. Gibson? asked Mr.
Green of Miss Gibson. I doun see
him in attendant anywhere." "No
Ssah," answered Mrs. Gibson, "H 'n
not yah*to-day ; H'n not feeling too
well dis morning; H'n nuh really what
you would ah call sick, but jus' enuf
to no mek him warn go a church."
Perhaps doh, 'said the teacher
looking about him, The morning'
is so bright and warm, it might
have do him good- Been effeca-
tious." -

"You apeik true sah. It might
ha really do him gcod," said Mrr.
Gibson, but h'n jus 'tan so but h'u
donn feel incline."
Well however, do family well
represent said Mr. Green gal.
lantly, an Miss Ann look so agree.
able die morniJ'.
At this Mrs. Gibson said, Hi
Misar Green!" while Miss Ann
turned her. head away with a bashful
giggle. Thomas did not appreciate
the teacher's compliments but he
made the best of it and grinned
The bell-ringing had now come
to a stop so they all went into the
church to take their seat, being
joined at the door by Annabel's
sister, Susan, who had been talking
to some other people.
The Gibsons occupied a pew on
thi gallery upstairs, and Thomas
took a seat in a pew not far off, but
tha teacher being a man of some
consequence in the church had a
seat downstairs in the body of the
The service went on as most ser-
vices do in the country parts, with

plenty of late arrivals coming in
every now and then. _Tho young men
and young women inJJamaica-of the
lower class do not consider that
boots are worth anything in style
or appearance unless they (the
boots)' creak exceedingly loudly, so
the reason of any young man
coming in late is probably to show
off his clothes and boots.
After service, Thomas and the two
Miss Gibsons stayed- in for Sunday
School which of course Mr. Green
attended, being indeed one of the
class instructors. When the Sunday
School had finished, Thomas and the
two girls started for the Gibsons'
residence, .r. Green having first
bidden farewell, squeezing Miss An-
nabel's hand tenderly on the act.
The three walked along the road
back, the way Thomas came, for the
girls' house lay in somewhat the same
direction as Thomas', save that
they -.would not. go through the
The order'and manner in which
Thomas and the girls walked home
was rather peculiar and not to ap.
pearances and foreign eyes, the

most sociablo. Instead of the
three walking side by. side, they
walked separately; Thomas keeping
to one side of the road and the two
girls to the other. The girls did
most of the talking and giggling,
though Thomas every now and then
would break in with a facetious re-
mark from across the, road. They
reached Mr. Gibson's place after
what seemed a short walk to
Thomas, and had a cheerful lunch
of bread and sugar and water.
Then Thomas went home feeling
somewhat satisfied, but not entirely

On the Wednesday after the Sun-
day Miss Annabel received two
letters from the Post Office at
Beersheba. She did not open them
at once, because it so happened that
though she was a well brought up
girl, she was unable to read, and she
wanted the addresses read out in all
their importance first, Her sister
Susan who also could not read was
as much excited over them as herself,
and the two giggled and guessed

to their liearts-content. It is not
impossible that both knew intuitively
whom'the epistles came from.'
However,'during the middle of the
day they went over to the neight
bouring yard of a cLrtain Mr.
Richard Timsin a kind hearted man,
who having bad a much better
education in his youth than those of
his rank, was looked upon as the
scholar of the district, and usually
called upon to transact any literary
business, such as letter-reading and
letter writing of his neighbours. This
Mr. Timson was rather a character
in his way. As a boy and young
man he went to the Mico in King.
ston, and after that took up teaching
on his own account. Not finding
this to pay, however, he went to
Colon and was also in the stoker
line on board a ship for a short
time. After a time when only
about thirty years of age he got
tired of -moving about and returned
to his home in the country and took
up life again as a labourer and
settler. He had a higher sense of
honour than possessed by his fellows,
and was kind-hearted and cute,
though a bit of a rogue.

Mr. Timson had just finished his
breakfast when the girls entered the
yard, and was sitting with his back
against his kitchen wall picking
his teeth.
"Mornin' Miser Timsin,!" said
the girls approaching. "Mornin'
Miss Ann! Mornin' Miss Sue!"
answered Mr. Timsin pleasantly.
You come to see me ? "Yes sah !"
answered Ann shyly, Me come fe
ask if you could ah read two letter
fe me; dat ah get dis morning. "
"Ah love letter?" asked Mr.
Timsin looking up at them with a
"Me no know sah !" answered Ann
with a giggle. "How me fe know
what kind o' letter dey is, if ah doun
read dem."
"Where de letter?" asked Mr.
Ann produced them and gave
them to him. Mr. 'limson looked
at them with interest. The ad-
dresses were in widely different
styles of hard writing. One was
written in a quick ornate manner,
with large flowing capitals and
plenty of flourishes; the other in a

small manner with very little flourish.
Mr. Timson read out both addresses
carefully and slowly, though they
were just the same:-
Miss Annabel Gibson,
Happy Home,
Beersheba P.O.
Finishing the reading he rose;
" Come chile, mek we go in the
Hall. Love-letter not fe read out a
doors I" So saying he entered the
Hall which with the bedroom made
the House, followed by the girls
He took a seat in a stiff home-made
mahogany chair and gave the girls
a bench. Having put on his
spectacles as necessary pqrt of the
insignia of a scholar, Mr. Timson
opened the letter with the large
ornate writing and began to read out
slowly and carefully:-
Beersheba School,
12 Aug. 1900-
Dear Annabel,
As I take up my
pen to write you these lines, I feel
inmesurably the limitation of the
body, which cannot express what my
heart feels for you. Do you love
me? *If so tell me quickly that my

mind might rest-for I cannot
sleep night or day-my mind is so
fix on you. I would like to see
you face to face that I might
have then throw off the burden if I'
know you love me. Will you be at
the Picnic at White Hall on Satur-
day? I will be there and hope to
see your dear face and hear that you
love me. I hope your father is re-
covered, and that you are well.
You do not know how my whole
mind and physic."
When Mr. Timsin got to physic"
he stopped. Physic! Physic !" he
said thoughtfully," what you mean?
De man ah talk bout him Physic
as if hn ah tek medicine. You know
what him mean Miss Ann? Miss
Ann twisted her handkerchief:-
Me no know sah."
Mr. Timsin read it out again;
'Physic!" But stop !" it suddenly
dawned on him," oh fe true, him
mean physique, which means de
body or constitution. You under-
stand?" The girls nodded and he
went on. "You do not know how
my whole mind and physique fix on
you, and my spirit is crying for you.
Do, do come to me. I am coming

to a close. Give my best regards to
your parents, and please accept 100
kisses from me, who is and. always
will be
Your loving and dear well
Geerge Green.

"Well, Miss Ann" said Mr. Timsin,
looking at the letter as he finished.
" Dat ah proper love letter! You
going tek him?"
Miss Ann held out her hand for
the letter:-
H'n too foolish !" said she. Tenk
you sab, Gimme dat and read de
Mr. Timsin handed her the letter
and opening the other unfolded the
sheet and read as follows:-

Lang Syne.
13 Aug., 1900.
Dear Ann,
When I was with you on
Sunday, I meant to have tell you of
my love for you, but when it come to
the front all courage leave me. How
weak we are in the presence of that
whom we love I How can I make
you know how much I love you?
From when we was young and going

to school I love you up to now.
Sometime I think you love me a
little, and then again my heart ready
to sink. Tell me darling, do you love
me. The ring is round and has no
end, so is my love for you. Are you
going to the Picnic at White Bay on
Saturday ? I shall be there (D, V.),
and shall get my answer from your
dear mouth. I cannot stay here if
you don't love me, so please don't
send me away. Give my regards to
your mother and father and receive
my love and kisses..
Your loving one,
Thos.. Bonito.
Mr. Timein read out the name of
the writer with a kind of pompous~
flourish, then looked at the letter
again as if admiring the writing.
SWell, ah doan know how you feel,
Miss Ann," he said, after a little
pause, but I like dis letter better
than the other. But it not my
business. Which one you going tek ?"
he asked with a smile.
rek wha ?" answered Miss Ann
loudly "me going tek any o' dem ?
Dem too fool. Web me got fe do
wid love letter and such ting."

Gimme de letter sah?" Hereupon
Miss Ann began to laugh and giggle,.
which showed she was rather pleased
to receive two love letters.
"Well it not my business;" said
Mr. Timsin giving her the letter,
" but to tell you the truth and I caFn
deny it, If I was you I would ah
tek Thomas, ah know him from a
chile and you know him too an' h'n
would ah suit you bes. But of course
you wi please yoaself and ih not my
Me like Thomas better meself ;"
said Susan. *'De teacher too high
an' mighty fe me."
Ann 'was silent and gave no
opinion, simply tugged at her dress
and laughed. After a little she rose.
' Come Susan !" said she, mek me
goh." Turning to Mr. Timsin, ': me
tenk you sah fe read de letter. It
really kind o' you."
Oh, no trouble at all," said Mr.
Timsen, "me always like fe read
love letter, an of course I'm noT the
wan to say anything 'bout them."
"'Tenk you sah." said Ann grate-
fully moving with Susan out through
the door.

As they went into the yard Mr.
Timsin shouted after them. Miss
Ann, you going to the Picnic ?"
Me na know sah:" answered
back Miss Ann. Dem too foolish."
Mr. Timsin smiled at the answer
as he sat in his chair, and it was
really a charming smile so full of
kindliness, good humour and wisdom.
'* Ah well," he muttered to him-
self with a sigh as he rose.
Dem is young. I hope she wi
tek Thomas." But he added, Ah
really write that letter of Thomas
well. De teacher nowhere with me."

Saturday the day of the Picnic
broke cloudless and exceeding fair,
and for its appointed time kept
bright and warm with the bright
warmness that the black man loves.
Everybody was in good spirits, and
Mr. Honeyman who was giving the
picnic seemed to be going to get a
lot of money. The picnic entrance
fee for grownups 6d., for children 3d.,
had been advertised all around and
promised to be a success, for by
three o'clock, an hour after it opened,
plenty of people were on the grounds,
which had been lent by the owner of

WhiteMall to, Mr. Honeyman. The
'sports .had now commenced, for be
.it known, a picnic is 'not 'a picnic
-without the sports.' These sports
.generally consisted of' Foot Rasee,
'Obstacle Races, Jumpiig, High Jump
:and Low Jump, sometimes Horse
Races, and other interesting and
manly events. You pay a small
entrance fee, and if you win the race
.or event, you get a prize provided
by the giver 'of the picnic.

In this picnic of Mr. Honeyman's
there were quite number of events
and the prizes were such as to excite
intense desire aud envy of the young
men and women, for of course there
were a couple of events for girls,
races, etc. The prizes were of great
variety, White Shirts, Coloured Shirts,
Belts,, Watches, Knives, Needle Cases
etc.; but the prize was undoubtedly a
pig, a live pig'; and' the -event for
which the pig was prize was the most
interesting and exciting, and yet
most simple. -All one had to do was
to pay a sixpence for entering, then
try and catch' the pig by its greased
tail; the .first person that caught
it properly and firmly got the pig.

At half past three the Gibsons
arrived, and were met at the gate by
Thomas who insisted on paying for
Susan and Ann's tickets, so gaining
a point from the teacher who had
not arrived yet. Miss Ann who
looked even more. charming than
usual, gave Thomas a shy smile that
might have meant anything. As a
matter of fact Miss Ann had not
made up her mind yet which to take.
She liked Thomas much better than
the teacher, but the latter's dignity
of position and comfortable circum.
stances' still influenced her mind.
Thomas who was going to partake in
some of the sports, had left his gaiters
at home, and was now wearing
brilliant blue stockings, with brown
shoes. The three passed through
the gate, into the grounds and stood
up watching a foot race which was
being run. Just as the race was
ended in a tremendous burst of
cheers and noise, Mr. Green rode up
to them looking most important and
affable on his young and small horse
which was prancing and curvetting
in a stylish way. When he saw
Thomas with the girls, his face
darkened a little, but it cleared almost

at once, and dismounting he was
gallant graciousness itself. "I am
very glad you have managed to come
and shed your pleasant influence on
the scene to-day Miss Ann said he,
I don't know how I come so late.
The reports of the school that I was
writing, has delayed me."
The next foot race was one in
which Thomas was going in for, so
he left Ann and Susan in Mr. Green's
charge and went off to do his best.
During the race, Mr. Green carried
.off the girls to have ice cream and
cakes, and when Thomas amidst,
tremendous clamour won the race,
and a watch at the same time, the
girls were absent eating their cakes.
Putting on his shoes again he took
the watch, and after a little looking,
found them. Mr. Green received
him with a condescending and
affable smile. I am glad you have
obtained the victory Thomas !"'and
Ann said shyly
"Ah glad you win Thomas" and
asked to see the watch. Thomas was
more than proud.
"You deserve a drink for that
race:" said Mr. Green. "What will
you tek, a syrup or a kola ?"

Thomas who did not see why he
should not benefit at the teacher's
expense, answered readily:-
Me tink me wi tek a kola, tank
you sah!"
Mr. Green ordered -a kola and
Thomas drunk it off one breath.
When the girls had finished their
ice cream and cakes, Mr. Green paid
up, rattling the loose money in his
pocket incidentally as he put his
'hand in, and they all went out to see
and enjoy what was going on. You
na going in for de next race Sue"
Asked Thomas.
' Susan nodded, "Yes, Me believe
me going. Ah really tink ah might
"ab try."
"You doan bring you entrance
money yet ?" said Thomas,
"No said Susan, me doan bring
it yet."
Dats alright den," said 'Thomas,
I wi pay fe it."
Tenk you Thomas," said Susan.
"It kine o' you an' ah mus' really try
fe win."
So when the next race. came on,
Susan having her entrance money
paid, took her place with the other

girls, to run. The' distance to run
was shorter than that forthe boys and
men. And -the girls did almost as
quick running as the men. Urged
on by Thomas and Ann's shouts,:
Susan ran as hard as she could but
she was a little short-winded and
only come in third. She got a small.
prize however, so she was not much-

You warn fe eat less," said Ann,
with a sister's frankness, "you too
Too stout wha?" said Susan, "as
ah jus' going win, me breat kine o
fail me and I have fe go slower mek
ah only get third."
Several interesting events then
took place and all were enjoying
themselves. At about. half-past
four Mr. Honeyman announced in a
loud voice that the pig race would
now come off, and would everybody
join in please-only 6(1 an entry.
After some hesitation several
young men entered, including Thomas
who saw in the pig perhaps an addi.
tion to the property he might possess
with Ann.

When Mr. Honeyman had got
ten entries and no more seem to be
coming, he cleared the ground and
prepared to let go the pig. First of-
all however, he placed the ten young,
men in a line, and at a distance of
ten yards at right angles to
opposite the middle man, he placed'
the pig. Mr. Green who stood near'
the man and near the pig was to give'
the signal. Everybody and every-
thing was ready, so lifting up his
hand, Mr. Green said, "one! two!
three!' and dropped a handkerchief.
Immediately Mr. Honeyman let go
the pig and immediately the young
men started after it. The pig was
not exactly fat and rather in good,
training being lean and muscular,
and long and narrow, with a well
greased tail, Now the fun and ex-
citement began. The pig first of all,
ran away from the men, then being
headed, ran this way anI that. One
or two grabbed the tail, but couldn't
grasp it firmly, and away the pig
bolted, in and out among the specta-
tors. Here and there it ran, twisting
this way and that, squealing and
causing some tumbles as people
jumped and got out of the way.

Thomas kept well after the'pig, but
did not try after its tail, knowing
that it would be too greasy at first.
After about five minutes of intense
enjoyment to the crowd, the thing
happened which finally decided Miss
Ann in her choice of husband and
gave Thomas a pig and a wife. The
pig had come by this time round to.
its original position and was getting
a little rbit tired and going slower,
was hard pressed indeed, for three:
young men were almost on him. Now
Sit must be mentioned that just near
here there was a large stone with a
small piece of naked and dirty land,
at the edge of which the teacher was.
standing and looking on with a dig-
nified smile. As the foremost of the
young men started forward to grab,
the pig, with a last despairing effort,
made a:bolt to right angles and ran,
by Hi,,Green. Mr. Green in getting.
out of the way stumbled against the
stone and fell heavily on the pig and
in the red and dirty patch of ground.
At tremendous shout of cheers and
laughter went up, especially magni-
fled when it was seen that Thomas
taking advantage of the pig being
nearly squeezed to death by the


teacher, had grabbed the tail firmly
and-in facthad won the prize. Mr.'
Green slowly rose to his feet, covered ',
with red dust, all over: his face
and shirt. He began to smile ins
sickly way at first, but as he heard '
.*he shouts and laughter. on all sides,.
his face got darker and darker,' The.
black race loves a joke like this.
"Hi, Miser Green, you mus' ah sorry"
you no'enter fur de.race. You would
ah get de pig," yelled one.
Hi, no man!" said another, "De
pig get him." Everybody was laugh-
ing and shouting; incluIdingi Susan'
and Ann who shook with enjoyment ,
of the joke. At the moment that the
teacher went down, strange to sayg -
Ann knew that she would accept
Thomas and could neveirthe teacher. *
Mr. Green must have felt, something *
of this, for he walked past thpm with-;i
out speaking, in a violent rage, and '
mounting his horse, rode home.' Ann.'
saw him go without any regret and;
it was a beautiful smile that lit herl, .'
comely black face, when Thomas.
came up later to receive her words of:
congratulation. ..

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