ld sign a penal bond to produce Negroes of the fourth descent equal in mind to the best contemporary white。 〃You can breed Brains；〃 said he； 〃under any skin； as inevitably as Fat。 It takes time and the right crosses； but so does Fator rather it did； for Fat is an institution now。〃 And here our Republican must have a slap at thrones。 〃Compare；〃 said he； 〃the opportunities of these distinguished Gentlemen and Ladies with their acts。 Their seats have been high； but their minds low； I swan。 They have been breeders for ages； and known the two rudiments of the science； have crossed and crossed for grenadiers； racehorses； poultry； and prize…bullocks； and bred in and in for fools； but which of them has ever aspired to breed a Newton； a Pascal； a Shakespeare； a Solon； a Raphael？ Yet all these were results to be obtained by the right crosses； as surely as a swift horse or a circular sow。 Now fancy breeding shorthorns when you might breed long heads。〃 So Vespasian was to engender Young Africa； he was to be first elevated morally and intellectually as high as he would go； and then set to breed； his partner； of course； to be elected by Fullalove； and educated as high as she would consent to without an illicit connection with the Experimentalist。 He would be down on their Pickaninnies before the parents could transfer the remnant of their own weaknesses to them； polysyllables included； and would polish these ebony chips； and at the next cross reckoned to rear a genius； by which time； as near as he could calculate； he the Theorist would be in his dotage： and all the better； make a curious contrast in favour of Young Africa。
Vespasian could not hit a barn door sittingwith a rifle！ it was purely with a view to his moral improvement mind you； that Fullalove invited him into the mizentop to fight the pirate。 The Patient came gingerly and shivered there with fear。 But five minutes elapsing； and he not killed； that weakness gave way to a jocund recklessness； and he kept them all gay with his quaint remarks； of which I must record but one。 When they crossed the stern of the pirate； the distance was so small that the faces of that motley crew were plainly visible。 Now； Vespasian was a merciless critic of coloured skins。 〃Wal；〃 said he； turning up his nose sky…high； 〃dis child never seen such a mixallaneous biling 'o darkies as this yar； why darned ef there ain't every colour in the rainbow； from the ace of spades； down to the fine dissolving views。〃 This amazing description； coupled with his look of affront and disgust； made the white men roar； for men fighting for their lives have a greater tendency to laugh than one would think possible。 Fullalove was proud of the critic； and for a while lost sight of the pirate in his theory； which also may seem strange。 But your true theorist is a man apart： he can withdraw into himself under difficulties。 What said one of the breed two thousand years ago？
〃Media inter praelia semper Sideribus coelique plagis Superisque vacavi。〃
Oh； the great African heart！〃 said Fullalove after the battle。 〃By my side he fears no danger。 Of all men； negroes are the most capable of friendship； their affection is a mine： and we have only worked it with the lash； and that is a ridiculous mining tool； I rather think。〃
When Vespasian came out so strong _versus_ Ramgolam； Fullalove was even more triumphant： for after all it is not so much the heart as the intelligence of the negro we albiculi affect to doubt。
〃Oh； the great African intellect！〃 said Fullalove publicly； taking the bull by the horns。
〃I know；〃 said Mrs。 Beresford maliciously； 〃it is down in the maps as the great African Desert。〃
To balance his many excellences Vespasian had an infirmity。 This was an ungovernable itch for brushing whites。 If he was talking with one of that always admired； and now beloved； race； and saw a speck of dirt on him； he would brush him unobtrusively； but effectually； in full dialogue： he would steal behind a knot of whites and brush whoever needed it； however little。 Fullalove remonstrated； but in vain； on this one point Instinct would not yield to Reason。 He could not keep his hands off a dusty white。 He would have died of the Miller of Dee。 But the worst was he did not stop at clothes； he loathed ill…blacked shoes。 Woe to all foot…leather that did not shine； his own skin furnished a perilous standard of comparison。 He was eternally blacking boots _en amateur。_ Fullalove got in a rage at this； and insisted on his letting his fellow…creatures' leather alone。 Vespasian pleaded hard； especially for leave to black Colonel Kenealy。 〃The cunnell；〃 said he pathetically； 〃is such a tarnation fine gentleman spoilt for want of a lilly bit of blacking。〃 Fullalove replied that the colonel had got a servant whose mission it was to black his shoes。 This simply amused Vespasian。 〃A servant？〃 said he。 〃Yah！ yah！ What is the use of white servants？ They are not biddable。 Massa Fullalove； sar； Goramighty he reared all white men to kick up a dust； white servants inspecially； and the darkies to brush 'em； and likewise additionally to make their boots she a lilly bit。〃 He concluded with a dark hint that the colonel's white servant's own shoes； though better blacked than his master's； were anything but mirrors； and that this child had his eye on them。
The black desperado emerged on tiptoe from Kenealy's cabin； just as Macbeth does from the murdered Duncan's chamber： only with a pair of boots in his hand instead of a pair of daggers； got into the moonlight； and finding himself uninterrupted； assumed the whistle of innocence； and polished them to the nine； chuckling audibly。
Fullalove watched him with an eye like a rattlesnake； but kept quiet。 He saw interference would only demoralise him worse： for it is more ignoble to black boots clandestinely； than bravely； men ditto。
He relieved his heart with idioms。 〃Darn the critter； he's fixed my flint eternally。 Now I cave。 I swan to man。 I may just hang up my fiddle； for this darkie's too hard a row to hoe。〃
It was but a momentary dejection。 The Mixture was _（inter alia）_ a Theorist and an Anglo…Saxon； two indomitables。 He concluded to temporise with the Brush； and breed it out。
〃I'm bound to cross the obsequious cuss with the catawamptiousest gal in Guinea； and one that never saw a blacking bottle； not even in a dream。〃 _Majora canamus。_
Being now about a hundred miles south of the Mauritius； in fine weather with a light breeze； Dodd's marine barometer began to fall steadily； and by the afternoon the declension had become so remarkable； that he felt uneasy； and； somewhat to the surprise of the crew；for there was now scarce a breath of air；furled his slight sails； treble reefed his topsails； had his top…gallant and royal yards and gaff topsail bent on deck； got his flying jib…boom in； &c。； and made the ship snug。
Kenealy asked him what was the matter？
〃Barometer going down； moon at the full； and Jonah aboard；〃 was the reply； uttered doggedly。
Kenealy assured him it was a beautiful evening； precursor of a fine day。 〃See how red the sunset is。
'Evening red and morning grey Are the sure signs of a fine day。'〃
Dodd looked； and shook his head。 The sun was red； but the wrong red： an angry red： and； as he dipped into the wave； discharged a lurid coppery hue that rushed in a moment like an embodied menace over the entire heavens。 The wind ceased altogether： and in the middle of an unnatural and suspicious calm the glass went down； down； down。
The moon rose； and instantly all eyes were bent on her with suspicion； for in this latitude the hurricanes generally come at the full moon。 She was tolerably clear； however； but a light scud sailing across her disc showed there was wind in the upper regions。
Dodd trusted to science； barred the lee…ports； and had the dead lights put into the stem cabin and secured： then turned in for an hour's sleep。
Science proved a prophet。 Just at seven bells； in one moment like a thunderbolt from the sky； a heavy squall struck the ship。 Under a less careful captain her lee…ports would have been open； and she might have gone to the bottom like a bullet
〃Let go the main sheet！〃 roared Sharpe hastily to a hand he had placed there on purpose。 He let go； and there was the sail flapping like thunder； and the sheet lashing everything in the most dangerous way。 Dodd was on deck in a moment 〃Helm hard up！ Hands shorten sail！〃
（Pipe。） 〃All hands furl sail； ahoy！〃
Up tumbled the crew； went cheerily to work； and by three bells in the middle watch had hauled up what was left of the shivered mainsail； and hove the ship to under close…reefed main topsail and storm stay…sails； and so the voyage was suspended。
A heavy sea got up under a scourging wind； that rose and rose； till the _Agra_； under the pressure of that single sail treble reefed； heeled over so as to dip her lee channels。 This went on till the waves rolled so high； and the squalls were so bitter； that sheets of water were actually torn off their crests and launched incessantly on deck； not only drenching Dodd and his officers； which they did not mind； but threatening to flood the ship。
Dodd battened down the hatches and stopped that game。
Then came a danger no skill could ave