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Updated: June 9, 2025
But the next day, the more surely to guard against the sailors' escape, the negro Babo commanded all the boats to be destroyed but the long-boat, which was unseaworthy, and another, a cutter in good condition, which knowing it would yet be wanted for towing the water casks, he had it lowered down into the hold.
But Babo had no notion to go hungry the second time, so he hunted around till he found a stone as big as his head. All day he carried it, first under one arm, and then under the other. The wise man stepped along briskly enough, but the sweat ran down Babo's face like drops on the window in an April shower.
But the soft bread, sugar, and bottled cider, Captain Delano would have given the whites alone, and in chief Don Benito; but the latter objected; which disinterestedness not a little pleased the American; and so mouthfuls all around were given alike to whites and blacks; excepting one bottle of cider, which Babo insisted upon setting aside for his master.
Down they dropped the pot of money, and away they scampered as fast as their legs could carry them. Babo heard them running, and poked his head through the hedge, and there lay the pot of gold. "Look now," said he: "this has come from the advice that was given me; no one ever gave me advice that was worth so much before." So he picked up the pot of gold, and off he marched with it.
"Will you give me a live coal to start my fire?" said he. "Yes, I will do that," said Simon Agricola; "But how will you carry the coal home?" "Oh!" said Babo, "I will just take it in my hand." "In your hand?" "In my hand." "Can you carry a live coal in your hand?" "Oh yes!" said Babo; "I can do that easily enough." "Well, I should like to see you do it," said Simon Agricola.
No, no the king's officers knew butter from lard, and truth from t'other thing. It was just the same in that country as it is in our town there was nothing in the world so cheap as advice. Whoever heard of anybody giving a pot of gold and silver money for it? Without another word they marched Babo and his pot of money off to the king.
I cannot say for certain that this is the truth, but it must have been spoiled in some way or other, for I have never heard of anybody in these days who would give even so much as a bad penny for it; and yet it is worth just as much now as it was when Babo sold it to the king.
Marking the noisy indocility of the blacks in general, as well as what seemed the sullen inefficiency of the whites it was not without humane satisfaction that Captain Delano witnessed the steady good conduct of Babo. But the good conduct of Babo, hardly more than the ill-behavior of others, seemed to withdraw the half-lunatic Don Benito from his cloudy languor.
"What!" said Babo, "am I to travel the rest of the way alone? And then, besides, how about the fortune you promised me?" "Never mind that," said Simon Agricola; "I have not made my own fortune yet." "Well, at least pay me something for my wages," said Babo. "How shall I pay you?" said Simon Agricola. "I have not a single groat in the world." "What!" said Babo, "have you nothing to give me?"
Ere the decided relapse which came, the two captains had many cordial conversations their fraternal unreserve in singular contrast with former withdrawments. Again and again it was repeated, how hard it had been to enact the part forced on the Spaniard by Babo.
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