bject, took possession of my mind.
She says she is nothing to me, even as I am nothing to her. I am of
course nothing to her, but she is mistaken in thinking she is nothing to
me. I entertain the highest regard and admiration for her, being
convinced that I might search the whole world in vain for a nature more
heroic and devoted.'

'And for my part,' said Belle, with a sob, 'a more quiet agreeable
partner in a place like this I would not wish to have; it is true he has
strange ways, and frequently puts words into my mouth very difficult to
utter, but--but--' and here she buried her face once more in her hands.

'Well,' said the postilion, 'I have been mistaken about you; that is, not
altogether, but in part. You are not rich folks, it seems, but you are
not common people, and that I could have sworn. What I call a shame is,
that some people I have known are not in your place and you in theirs,
you with their estates and borough interest, they in this dingle with
these carts and animals; but there is no help for these things. Were I
the great Mumbo Jumbo above, I would endeavour to manage matters better;
but being a simple postilion, glad to earn three shillings a day, I can't
be expected to do much.'

'Who is Mumbo Jumbo?' said I.

'Ah!' said the postilion, 'I see there may be a thing or two I know
better than yourself. Mumbo Jumbo is a god of the black coast, to which
people go for ivory and gold.'

'Were you ever there?' I demanded.

'No,' said the postilion, 'but I heard plenty of Mumbo Jumbo when I was a
boy.'

'I wish you would tell us something about yourself. I believe that your
own real history would prove quite as entertaining, if not more, than
that which you imagined about us.'

'I am rather tired,' said the postilion, 'and my leg is rather
troublesome. I should be glad to try to sleep upon one of your blankets.
However, as you wish to hear something about me, I shall be happy to
oblige you; but your fire is rather low, and this place is chilly.'

Thereupon I arose, and put fresh charcoal on the pan; then taking it
outside the tent, with a kind of fan which I had fashioned, I fanned the
coals into a red glow, and continued doing so until the greater part of
the noxious gas, which the coals are in the habit of exhaling, was
exhausted. I then brought it into the tent and reseated myself,
scattering over the coals a small portion of sugar. 'No bad smell,' said
the postilion; 'but upon the w