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making a face at him as he raised the calabash to his lips. "Here's long life to you, Kambira, an' death to slavery." There can be no doubt that the chief and his retainers would have heartily applauded that sentiment if they had understood it, but at the moment Antonio was too deeply engaged with another calabash to take the trouble to translate it. The beer, which was pink, and as thick as gruel, was indeed too weak to produce intoxication unless taken in very large quantities; nevertheless many of the men were so fond of it that they sometimes succeeded in taking enough to bring them to the condition which we style "fuddled." But at that time the particular brew was nearly exhausted, so that temperance was happily the order of the day. Having no hops in those regions, they are unable to prevent fermentation, and are therefore obliged to drink up a whole brewing as quickly as possible after it is made. "Man, why don't ye wash yer face?" said Disco to the little fiddler as he replenished his calabash; "it's awful dirty." Jumbo laughed, of course, and the small musician, not understanding what was said, followed suit out of sympathy. "Wash him's face!" cried Antonio, laughing, "him would as soon cut off him's head. Manganja nevair wash. Ah me! You laugh if you hear de womans ask me yesterday--`Why you wash?' dey say, `our men nevair do.' Ho! ho! dey looks like it too." "I'm sure that cannot be said of Kambira or any of his chief men," said Harold. "Perhaps not," retorted Antonio, "but some of 'um nevair wash. Once 'pon a time one man of dis tribe foller a party me was with. Not go way for all we tell 'um. We said we shoot 'um. No matter, hims foller still. At last we say, `You scoun'rel, we _wash_ you!' Ho! how hims run! Jist like zebra wid lion at 'um's tail. Nevair see 'um after dat--nevair more!" "Wot a most monstrous ugly feller that is sittin' opposite Kambira, on the other side o' the fire--the feller with the half-shaved head," said Disco in an undertone to Harold during a temporary pause in eating. "A well-made man, however," replied Harold.--"I say, Disco," he added, with a peculiar smile, "you think yourself rather a good-looking fellow, don't you, now?" The worthy seaman, who was indeed an exceptionally good-looking tar, modestly replied--"Well now, as you have put it so plump I don't mind if I do confess that I've had some wild suspicions o' that sort now and then." "T
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