a way that was anything but pleasant.

Thus we scrambled along for another hour, at the expiration of which we
could only see a blank wall of mountain before us, up which it would have
been both impossible and useless to climb. Wondering where the deuce
Lizzie was leading us, we blundered along until we arrived at the base of
the perpendicular cliff, and saw that by some convulsion of nature the
ravine now branched off at a right angle to the left, and gradually widened
out into a beautiful and gently declining stretch of country, perfectly
shut in by hills, and into which a pretty little bay extended, with several
canoes on its placid surface. We were distant from the beach about three
miles, and could see clearly the smoke of several fires; while with
binocular glasses we could make out the figures of the blacks fishing, and
of the piccaninnies and gins romping in the sand.

Lizzie was a sight to see, as she pointed triumphantly to the unconscious
savages, and, trembling with eagerness, tapped the butt of Dunmore's
carbine, as she whispered --

"Those fellow sit down there, brother belonging to me, plenty you shoot
'em, Marmy."

"You take us close up along of those fellow, Lizzie?" said Dunmore.

"Your Marmy, plenty close, you been shoot 'em all mine think," replied our
amiable little guide, who, enjoining the strictest silence, at once put
herself in motion, bidding us, by a sign, to follow her.

For more than an hour and a half we crept cautiously along, sometimes
crawling on all fours where the country was open, and frequently stopping,