or crisis of it had come and passed: two kinds of humor, one as the man of Denmark in Macbeth who may smile and smile and be a knave, and a bubbling sense of fun, not always present, but expressing itself naturally, as pickanninies pushing each other over a knoll; as Lutnineva's pretending a dead snake he carried was alive and wiggling it over Bakki's sleeping figure; thoughtfulness and consideration evinced by staying very quiet when Dr. Drowne was sick; manifestations of intense affection for one another, especially for the pickanninies. I believe a great many things our boys do for us are done because they hope for a present from us when they are paid off, and again because they are a little afraid of us. But they are young fellows and find me a young fellow, or a young American fellow, or any kind of a young fellow, who bows to his employer in the morn- ing simply because he is in love with him, or who would die of a broken heart if the gentleman died and left him the business. I do not think the Kanakas are wonderful, nor do I think there are no people on earth like them. Although I feel a very deep affection now for Ona, and rather fancy Lutnineva and Cumbai, I have grown very weary of others. They have their nuts, their silly fellows, their bores, their smarties, and their little bit shady char- acters. As shadiness is not an innocuous practice to pursue where the struggle for existence is so hard and