ground. Still he was not dead. The conqueror, almost as exhausted, threw himself on the bleeding carcass, and had just time to bind the hands of the ruffian behind him with the severed thong of his ahpetti, before he himself fainted from loss of blood, and lay inanimate by his side. It was some time before he recovered from his trance, and the sun had illumined the mountains, and cast the long shadow of the cotton tree over the plains beneath them, before he had regained sufficient strength to raise himself from the earth. Still, finding himself too weak to change his resting-place, he leaned against a fragment of rock for support, and taking his conch-shell from the cutacoo which lay beside him, blew a faint yet sufficiently audible note, which announced to his friends below the victory he had gained. The sound re-echoed among the rocks and gullies, and soon brought to his assistance some persons of his own family, among them his son and brother, preceded by his dog, the faithful associate of his hunting expeditions. These quickly bound up his wounds, as well as those of Cato, who still lived, and assisted both down to the nearest habitation, where the one was received

with shouts and acclamations, and the other confined in the hospital preparatory to his

trial.

"This took place a few days afterwards. Cato was condemned to death, and preparation made for putting the sentence immediately into execution. He was carried in a cart to the scaffold, and assisted to mount it; from whence, looking round with an undaunted countenance, and espying Plato in the crowd, he begged to be permitted to speak to him. This permission being granted, and Plato drawing near to the gallows, the victim thus addressed his conqueror:-"By my death, Plato, you have gained your freedom: a little while you shall enjoy it. Before the moon which shone on our matchets in that night of our battle shall rise again as big as it then was, and hide the stars, we shall meet where the white man's ahpetti shall be no more worth than mine; and where the Great Master shall say who is the better man. Remem

ber!'-So Cato died.

"The moon waned and grew again, and as the day approached for the completion of Cato's prophecy, so Plato's spirits and confidence declined. Perhaps the prediction itself had

inspired that terror which often seems to be its own agent on similar occasions; perhaps it was partly owing to the regrets of former intimacy and friendship; possibly to his wounds; but Plato felt that he was dying, and said from time to time that he saw Cato beckoning him to follow him he knew not where. He sat upright in his hut on his trash mattrass on the night of the full moon, and watched its rising above the mountains, until its rays streamed through the lattice of his casement. His mind as well as his body were convulsed at the sight;-he fancied himself. again struggling with Cato, fighting, bleeding, fainting; his imagination hurried him to the place of execution; he heard again the awful prediction, the last word of his victim; he shrieked in a transport of horror, 'Cato, I remember!'—and expired."

CHAPTER XXII.

MILK River is so called from the colour of its water, which assumes a whitish hue during the floods, from passing through a stratum of marl. A salt spring flows into it from the foot of a mountain, which is warm and recommended for rheumatism and cholic. There were three or four invalids here, with whom I became acquainted through the means

of

my little doctor;-one of them, a rheumatic Jew named Peter Nunnez, shewed me great attention, either from a natural good disposition, or because I had been the guest of his friend Mr. Klopstock. The second was a Spanish catholic, Guzman Henriquez; and among the rest was a Moravian missionary, rather a strait-laced gentleman, who resided in the same house with me. I know not if I should have been acquainted with him but for

his taking a fancy to the soul of the pretty Diana, whom he addressed on religious subjects more than once, almost at last to persecution; so that she invited him into my apartment, that he might plead his cause at least before a witness. He was first presented to me as I lay on my bed in a very enfeebled state, and offered me any consolation in his power, physical or spiritual. He would fain have prepared me for another world, and I ́ begged him to proceed and say anything that he pleased, or that he thought would please me or my pretty nurse, Diana, who had (I told him) the most Christian heart I had met with in Jamaica. He waved a sort of assent, and blushed a little I thought, and, seating himself, began to converse about heaven and immortality with great feeling and considerable fervour. It was rather a damper when I told him at every pause, "that he was right,-that I had long thought so, that nothing could be more reasonable, -or that I was of his opinion." There was nothing to argue about on religious affairs, and he never mentioned a syllable about hell, which, to do him justice, was very polite to a person under my circumstances, just out of a red hot fever. He was a tall handsome Ger