On each side of her was a small river steamer, and she seemed not to have completed her cargo.
"Do you know the name of that steamer, Uncle Job," inquired Mr.Pennant.
"Yes, sar; I knows it like my own name, but I can't spoke it if I die for't," answered Job, laughing.
"Try to do so." "No use, Massa Ossifer; dis nigger don't hab teef enough to do dat." "Can't you spell it ?" "No, sar; can't spell noffin." But Job was very obliging, and he made a hissing sound, followed by an effort to sneeze which was a failure.

Then he hissed some more, though the loss of his front teeth interfered with the effort.

Then he said "fing." "I know what he means," interposed the Russian.

"I know that steamer, for she came in at Cedar Keys when I was there.

He means the Sphinx." "Dat's it, Massa Ossifer!" exclaimed Job, apparently delighted to find that he had made himself understood.
"Has she any big guns ?" "Yes, sar; she done h'ist two out ob her innards, and done took two more from de fort." "All right; I think we understand the situation up here," said Mr.
Pennant, as he led the way in the direction from which they had come.
They returned to the negro village, for the commander of the expedition did not feel as though he had yet finished his mission on shore.
"Mind yore eye, Massa Gumboat!" exclaimed Job, in a low tone, but with great earnestness.
"Dar's somebody comin' from de fort! He's comin' mighty quick shore." The negro hurried the officer and Mike into one of the cabins, and shoved them into a sort of closet, while he went to the door himself.