The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-01-08

''~s W Alpt " ~ llA6 openly 10 lIG lOi u
OF Boston, New Haven or New York To
such quiet corners did the rich traders of
the colonies, discreety notified OF an ar
rival who was distrusted of his reception
by the law, send their confidential agents
to purchase and to exchange. And here
DiXey Lynch seemed very much at home
Five minutes climb brought the party
to cleft in the shoulder of The little hill,
and there a sight met their eyes which, to
the sense of the Boston lads, used to
strictest decorum in dress and manner,
was strange and startling. The nights
We're chill, for it was the fail of the year
and great open fire was blazing in front
Of a picket building, which seemed to be
an annex to a cave behind it. Over the
fire, on a rod placed on two forked poles
driven in the ground, hung, backwoOds
fashion, a huge haunch of venison and
on the embers reposed pans. A big black
man hustled greasily about the viands
and in all easy attitudes We're scattered
about some three dozen men of all colors
Some of these beguiled the time until sup
per with cards and dice some were listen
ing to one who was telling a story which
made his hearers yell uproariously, and
two or three We're busily cleaning muskets
But 1t mattered not what they We're do
ing-the lads from Boston had never seen
so ruffian lot, nor heard such weird and
continuous profanity. In many garbs they
were, and some We're bare of breast and
arms and legs. unwashed, unshaven, with
rings in their ears and tangled long hair.
sunburned all TO divers shades. with bat
tered three-cornered hats, or fierce fur
caps, or wooden knitted caps, whose dang
ling taSsels gave the Wearers' face extra
ordinarily suggestive twists, now humor-
Gus, now of a ferOcious uglness. Not a
man OF them, but had a long pistol in his
broad belt, above the shirt skirt which fell
halfway to his knees, and many of them
carried their cutlasses too, as peaceful
men might a riding whip. They greeted
DiXey Lynch's appearance with buzz
zing grOwl, but proffered no more defer
entail salutation as he passed through
them to the shack, from which came to
meet him a man of very large size; negro
ia every feature, but with an eye rare in
an enslaved race, a most fierce, command
ing eye.
"Donuereaur' cried Lynch. and imme-
diately added something in French, which
neither Justin nor Oziel understood. nor
indeed could have told which language it
was they heard spoken.
Donnereau's eyes questioned Lynch
eagerly, but he said little, only, as Lynch
rapidly talked, as if making report, his
black eye fell piercingly on Justin whom
he most 'attentively examined Justin s.
gaze, as Oziel's, was everywhere while
they stood together watching this I'M
wonted scene, one picturesque enough in
Wy eNIL'','s Si4auO"s Oh the names, with
S SiOoiily pacAsrouuu OF autumn forest
luus ne was paying letie heed
70 ms IIl5nu ana most DlHey Lynch, when,
~ 5uNuei' Huse mana stasped nun by
tne shoulaer' shaking MIN roughly, and
tremendous voice beloved in his ear:
How. now. YOU dumb Puritan. must
you De KICKED OUT Oh me road
AZ 'nat Justlh iedped round 70 face this
liISoieu' question: ana mus placed him-
sen so tndt 'he HShi OF the hre 1ell run
upon ms lace. u was the huge negro him
sell Donnereau' who had stepped from
LyHcn s!de 20 so insult the English lad,
puI Il ne haa oeeh 'hree tlmes as fierce,
young JuSuh temper was too fiery not to
) resent sueh rudeness passionately. At once
an signs or Jury showed on his fatefui
1ace-the white cheeks and brow, the
naming eye, the raw red mark of the
snake For a moment he looked like to
| ny at ponnereaus throat, and, for that
momenq the negro stared at him with in
| tense interest. It Was evident that the
man had purpose in his behavior Be
| fore Justin could md speech, however,
| Dl&ey Lynch mad sprung forward between
! the two
hCSAiiANAN e'N" Nv cAiONt b9 tAlph5ll p Ieht-
| ly wounded at such a mistake. Master
| Hallowen! What! Donnereau, such words
to the son of good Master Roger, whom
you knew and served so long? Master JUS
| tin, l pray you, forgive him. He could
not know"
| The great black made a good show of
extreme repentance.
Now let me walk the plank blind-fold-
ed he cried effusively, and in good Eng
| lish, for blind l am and lubber fit for
nothing else. Not to have seen! IT'S the
| figure and the face of Sir Roger! Master
! Hallowell, I pray your pardon As your
| fathers, believe me also your humble ser
want"
| 1t was a very fair imitation of Dixey
| Lynch's latest STYLE a negro must copy
| himself on some one. But Justin received
| the excuses OF the strengthening fellow
with very little grace. Indeed he seemed
disturbed by his surroundings, and was
| cold even to Lynch himself. This that
astute rover quickly perceived. At once
| DiXey assumed a higher air a manner