Opposite to him was seated a square-built individual,—­a man of about forty, whose round head, shaggy eyebrows, small, keen eyes, broad chest, and heavy muscles showed a preponderance of the animal and brutal over the intellectual and spiritual.  This was Mr. Scroggs, the agent of a rice-plantation, who had come on, bringing an order for a new relay of negroes to supply the deficit occasioned by fever, dysentery, and other causes, in their last year’s stock.

“The fact is,” said Simeon, “this last ship-load wasn’t as good a one as usual; we lost more than a third of it, so we can’t afford to put them a penny lower.”

“Ay,” said the other,—­“but then there are so many women!”

“Well,” said Simeon, “women a’n’t so strong, perhaps, to start with,—­but then they stan’ it out, perhaps, in the long run, better.  They’re more patient;—­some of these men, the Mandingoes, particularly, are pretty troublesome to manage.  We lost a splendid fellow, coming over, on this very voyage.  Let ’em on deck for air, and this fellow managed to get himself loose and fought like a dragon.  He settled one of our men with his fist, and another with a marlinespike that he caught,—­and, in fact, they had to shoot him down.  You’ll have his wife; there’s his son, too,—­fine fellow, fifteen year old by his teeth.”

“What! that lame one?”

“Oh, he a’n’t lame!—­it’s nothing but the cramps from stowing.  You know, of course, they are more or less stiff.  He’s as sound as a nut.”

“Don’t much like to buy relations, on account of their hatching up mischief together,” said Mr. Scroggs.

“Oh, that’s all humbug!  You must keep ’em from coming together, anyway.  It’s about as broad as ’tis long.  There’ll be wives and husbands and children among ’em before long, start ’em as you will.  And then this woman will work better for having the boy; she’s kinder set on him; she jabbers lots of lingo to him, day and night.”

“Too much, I doubt,” said the overseer, with a shrug.

“Well, well—­I’ll tell you,” said Simeon, rising.  “I’ve got a few errands up-town, and you just step over with Matlock and look over the stock;—­just set aside any that you want, and when I see ’em all together, I’ll tell you just what you shall have ’em for.  I’ll be back in an hour or two.”

And so saying, Simeon Brown called an underling from an adjoining room, and, committing his customer to his care, took his way up-town, in a serene frame of mind, like a man who comes from the calm performance of duty.

Just as he came upon the street where was situated his own large and somewhat pretentious mansion, the tall figure of the Doctor loomed in sight, sailing majestically down upon him, making a signal to attract his attention.

“Good morning, Doctor,” said Simeon.

“Good morning, Mr. Brown,” said the Doctor.  “I was looking for you.  I did not quite finish the subject we were talking about at Mrs. Scudder’s table last night.  I thought I should like to go on with it a little.”