The Maroons are not to be despised.

They have brains, the insolence of freedom among natives who are not free, and vast cruelty.

They can be mastered and kept in subjection, can be made allies, if properly handled; but Lord Mallow goes the wrong way about it all.

He permits things that inflame the Maroons.
One thing is clear to me--only by hounds can these people be defeated.

So sure am I upon this point, that I have sent to Cuba for sixty hounds, with which, when the trouble comes--and it is not far off--we shall be able to hunt the Maroons with the only weapon they really fear--the dog's sharp tooth.