When Dunn’s wild Irish had subsided, Dusenberry began to reason with him upon the nature of the affair, and the matter was reconciled upon the obligations that had previously existed, and a promise to report no violations of the ordinances during a specified time.  Looking around, Dunn exclaimed, “Bad manners till ye, Swizer, what a’ ye done with the little nager?  Where did ye put him?—­Be dad, Duse, he’s gone beyant!” An ineffectual search was made among barrels and boxes, and up the old chimney.  “Did ye see him?” inquired Dunn, of a yellow man that had been watching the affray at the door, while Dusenberry continued to poke with his stick among the boxes and barrels.

“Why, massa, I sees him when he lef de doo, but I no watch him ’till ’e done gone,” said the man.

Dunn was despatched to the vessel in search, but every thing there was serious wonderment, and carried out with such French nav‹et‚, that his suspicions were disarmed, and he returned with perfect confidence that he was not there.  A search was now made in all the negro-houses in the neighborhood; but kicks, cuts, and other abuses failed to elicit any information of his whereabouts.  At length Dunn began to feel the deadening effects of the liquor, and was so muddled that he could not stand up; then, taking possession of a bed in one of the houses, he stretched himself upon it in superlative contempt of every thing official, and almost simultaneously fell into a profound sleep.  In this manner he received the attention of the poor colored woman whose bed he occupied, and whom he had abused in searching for the boy.  In this predicament, Dusenberry continued to search alone, and kept it up until sundown, when he was constrained to report the case to the sheriff, who suspended Mr. Dunn for a few days.  The matter rested until the next morning, when the case of the little saucy nigger vs.  South Carolina was renewed with fresh vigor.  Then Mr. Grimshaw, accompanied by Dusenberry, proceeded to the barque, and there saw the boy busily engaged in the galley.  Mr. Grimshaw went on board, followed by Duse, and approaching the cabin door, met the captain ascending the stairs.  “Captain, I want that nigger boy of yourn, and you may just as well give him up peaceably,” said he.

“Yes, monsieur,—­but you no treat ’im like child wen you get ’im,” said the captain.  Retiring to the cabin, and bringing back the broken manacles in his hand, he held them up to Mr. Grimshaw, “You put such dem thing on child like ’im, in South Carolina, ah?  What you tink ’im be, young nigger, ox, horse, bull, ah! what?  Now you take’e him! treat him like man, den we no ’struct to laws wat South Carolina got,” continued he.