But sailor no tink so; ebery night we all sing, Britong nebber, nebber, nebber, will be slave.

Make me laugh, sar," continued the man, showing his teeth with a broad grin.
"What was the frigate's name ?" "Very fine name, sar, call her _Daddy Wise_."[1] [Footnote 1: _Dedaigneuse_, we suppose.] "How long were you on board of her ?" "Far year, sar; larn carpenter trade--go to England--pay off--get plenty money--come out here in marchant vessel; England very fine place, but too much cold," said the negro, shuddering at the bare recollection.
"Now, tell me," said Kingston, "of course you recollect being in your own country?
Which do you like best--that or this ?" "Ashantee very good country--Barbadoes very good country.

Ashantee nebber work, hab no money--here plenty work, plenty money." "Well, but where would you rather be--here or there ?" "Don't know, sar.

Like to find country where no work, plenty money." "Not singular in his opinion," observed Newton.
"Men do all work here, sar: women only talk," continued the negro.

"My country, men nebber work at all--women do all work, and feed men." "Then what does the man do ?" inquired Berecroft.
"Man, sar," replied the negro, proudly, "man go fight--go kill." "Is that all ?" "Yes, sar, that all." "So, you then mean to say, that if you could go back to Ashantee now you would remain there ?" "Yes, sar, stay there--do no work--sleep all day--make women feed me." "How inveterate is early habit!" observed Mr Berecroft.