“Good suggestion, Mr. Kanapeaux!” said Grimshaw.  “Better take ’em off, Mr. Dunn; I don’t think he’ll give you any more difficulty.  He seems like a ‘likely fellow,’ and knows, if he cuts up any nigger rascality in Charleston, he’ll be snapped up.  Now, my good fellow, put on your best-natured countenance, and stand as straight as a ramrod.  Mr. Kanapeaux, get your book ready to register him,” continued Grimshaw.

Manuel now stood up under a slide, and his height and general features were noted in the following manner, in order to appease that sovereign dignity of South Carolina law, which has so many strange devices to show its importance:—­“Contrary to Law.”  Violation of the Act of 1821, as amended, &c. &c.  Manuel Pereira vs.  State of South Carolina, Steward on board British Brig Janson, Captain Thompson.  Entered 24th March, 1852.

Height, 5 feet 81/2 inches.

Complexion, light olive, (bright.)

Features, sharp and aquiline.

[Hair and eyes, dark and straight; the former inclined to curl.]

General remarks:—­Age, twenty-nine; Portuguese by birth; speaks rather broken, but politely; is intelligent, well formed, and good looking.  Fees to Sheriff: 

To arrest, $2-Registry, $2 $4 00 To Recog. $1.31-Constable $1 2 31 To Commitment and discharge, 1 00

$7 31

Jail fees to be added when discharged.

After these remarks were duly entered, and Mr. Grimshaw read another lecture to him on the importance of South Carolina law, and the kindness he would receive at his hands if he made himself con-tented, he was told that he could go and be committed.  The poor fellow had stood up until he was nearly exhausted; yet, it was not enough to gratify the feelings of that miserable miscreant, Dunn.  Scarcely had he left the sheriff’s office, or passed two squares from the court-house, before he entered another Dutch grog-shop, a little more respectable in appearance-but not in character.  They entered by a side door, which led into a back apartment provided with a table and two wooden settees.  As Dunn entered, he was recognised by two negro-fellows, who were playing dominoes at the table.  They arose and ran through the front store, into the street, as if some evil spirit had descended among them.  The Dutchman sprang for the dominoes, and quickly thrust them into a tin measure which he secreted under the counter.

“Ah!  Drydez!” said Dunn; “you vagabond, you; up to the old tricks again?  Ye Dutchmen are worse than the divil!  It’s meself’ll make ye put a five for that.  Come, fork it over straight, and don’t be muttering yer Dutch lingo!”

“Vat zue drink mit me dis morning?  Misser Dunz’ te best fellow vat comez in my shop,” said Drydez.

“Ah! stop yer botheration, and don’t be comin’ yer Dutch logger over an Irishman! put down the five dollars, and we’ll take the drinks presently; meself and me friend here’ll drink yer health,” said Dunn, pointing to Manuel, who shook his head as much as to decline.  The Dutchman now opened his drawer, and rolling a bill up in his fingers, passed it as if unobserved into the hands of Dunn.