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eat the
same fruits. They would row in the same boat, and go fast down the

dark deep stream. There were, too, those who were glad to see their joy,
and who would watch them as they went on and on, till they were far
out of sight. They knew no fear--they had no cause for fear, but in the
shape of a white man.
It was in one of these sails down the stream that they drew their boat to
the shore at a place that was quite strange to them. They got out of it,
and went on till they had gone far in a strange wild spot. On and on
they went, till the step of Boa was not so firm as it had been; it was less
firm each time she put her foot to the ground.
"I can walk no more," she said at last; and quite faint and worn out, she
lay down on the ground. Poor Saib! he all at once thought of their lorn
state, and of how far they were from their home and from help. There
was no sound to be heard, and not a breath of air: all was a still dead
calm.
The strength of Saib, too, was gone--he could hold out no more; and he,
too, sank on the ground. There they both lay, quite worn out with so
much toil; and they fell to sleep. How long they had lain thus they
could not know, for when the next day's sun was far on his course,
where were they then?
All was strange to them--like the queer things dreams are made of. So
they shut their eyes once more, and thought they dreamt about the
white men.
But it was no dream: they did see the white men! Yes, it was the white
men who had put those cords round their hands and feet. There they lay,
like logs of wood thrown on a plank, a man at each end of the plank,
and these men took poor Saib and Boa.
For a long time the minds of poor Saib and Boa were in such a state
that they could not think, nor could they call to mind how they came to
be where they were. Thus did they go for miles, till at last they came
near the sea coast, and Saib saw a ship out at sea, with her sails spread.
Close to the shore was a small boat, near which there were two or three
black men, who, as Saib and the rest came in sight, rose up in haste,

and the sound of a gun was heard. Saib did not know if this sound came
from the ship or the boat, but as soon as it was heard there was a great
rush of men to the sea shore.
[Illustration: THE FIGHT. Page 37.]
Where these men came from it would have been hard to guess, for they
rose up all at once, as if they had sprung out of the earth. Long had they
lain in wait to try if they could keep that ship from the shore, for that
ship was a slave ship, and the white men meant to take on board all the
blacks they could seize. That it was a slave ship had been found out by
scouts set to watch this part of the coast.
Great was the joy of Saib when he saw the chance of help--when he
thought that he should once more be free! The fight was a fight of
blood, and some on each side were left dead on the shore.
The ship came near to the shore, and soon a boat was put out in which
there were more white men. Few of the poor blacks were left, and those
that were took to flight when they saw that all hope was gone.
Saib was one of those who could not take to flight. His cords had been
cut off at the first of the fight, but such was his state of mind, so much
did he feel from hope and fear, that he could not move, nor make use of
his limbs.
And, oh! what a sight for him to see! There was Boa, his friend--the
poor girl for whom he had more love than he had for all else on the
earth--there she was on the ground at his feet. She would not look at
him more; he would hear her voice no more: Boa lay there, dead!
From this time he had no sense of what was said or done; he had no
care, no thought, for what might be done to him. So there he stood mute
and still, like a thing cut in stone.
Some time he had