at the mouth. "They
rushed in upon us, shouting 'Nickalees? Nickalees?' (Un Ingles.) To
which we replied 'Espania.' But they cried the more fiercely 'No Espania,
Nickalees!' and being greatly enraged thereat, seized upon all Trunks
and Chests and our cloathes upon our Backs, leaving us each only a pair
of old Breeches, except Robert Barrow, my wife, and child, from whom
they took nothing." The king, or Cassekey, as Dickenson calls him,
distinguished by a horse-tail fastened to his belt behind, took
possession of their money and buried it, at which the good Quaker spares
not his prayers for punishment on all pagan robbers, quite blind to the
poetic justice of the burial, as the money had been made on land stolen
from the savages. The said Cassekey also set up his abode in their tent;
kept all his tribe away from the woman and child and aged man; kindled
fires; caused, as a delicate attention, the only hog remaining on the
wreck to be killed and brought to them for a midnight meal; and, in
short, comported himself so hospitably, and with such kindly
consideration toward the broad-brimmed Quaker, that we are inclined to
account him the better-bred fellow of the two, in spite of his scant
costume of horse-tail and belt of straw. As for the robbery of the
ship's cargo, no doubt the Cassekey had progressed far enough in
civilization to know that to the victors belong the spoils. Florida, for
two years, had been stricken down from coast to coast by a deadly famine,
and in all probability these cannibals returned thanks to whatever God
they had for this windfall of food and clothes devoutly as our
forefathers were doing at the other end of the country for the homes
which they had taken by force. There is a good deal of kinship among us
in circumstances, after all, as well as in blood. The chief undoubtedly
recognized a brother in Dickenson, every whit as tricky as himself, and
would fain, savage as he was, have proved him to be something better;
for, after having protected them for several days, he came into their
tent and gravely and with authority set himself to asking the old
question, "Nickalees?"

"To which, when we denied, he directed his Speech to the Aged Man, who
would not conceal the Truth, but answered in Simplicity, 'Yes.' Then he
cried in Wrath 'Totus Nickalees!' and went out from us. But returned in
great fury with his men, and stripped all Cloathes from us."

However, the clothes were returned, and the chief per