"Ou diable est ca ?" Here a general consultation was held, by which it appeared that such a port had never been heard of in the West Indies.
"Gustave Adolphe, demandez-lui si c'est un port Anglais." "I say--Bo--tom--English port ?" "No," replied Newton, amused with the mistake; "I should rather call it _neutral_." "C'est un port neutral, monsieur." "Gustave Adolphe, demandez-lui de quelle ile." "I say, what isle--Bo--tom ?" Newton, who was faint with hunger and thirst, was not inclined at the moment to continue the conversation, which otherwise would have been a source of amusement.

He replied by making signs that he wished to eat and drink.
"Monsieur," said Gustave Adolphe to the old negro, "le prisonnier refuse de faire reponse, et demande a manger et a boire." "Va l'en chercher, Gustave Adolphe," replied the old man.

"Allons, messieurs," continued he, addressing the other negroes.

"Il faut lever l'ancre de suite, et amener notre prisonnier aux autorites; Charles Philippe, va chercher mon porte-voix." The negro captain walked up and down the deck of the schooner, a vessel about thirty feet long, until Charles Philippe made his appearance with the speaking-trumpet.

He then proceeded to get the vessel under weigh, with more noise and fuss than is to be heard when the proudest three-decker in the English navy expands her lofty canvas to the gale.
Gustave Adolphe, in obedience to the commands he had received, brought up to Newton a bunch of bananas, a large piece of salt fish, and a calabash of water.