"Soon be to the eend, massa—o-o-o-o-oh! Lor-gol-a-mercy! what is dis here pon de tree?"
"Well!" cried Legrand, highly delighted, "what is it?"
"Why, 'taint noffin but a skull—somebody bin lef him head up de tree, and de crows done gobble ebery bit ob de meat off."
"A skull, you say!—very well—how is it fastened to the limb?—what holds it on?"
"Sure nuff, massa; mus look. Why dis berry curious sarcumstance, pon my word—dare's a great big nail in de skull, what fastens ob it on to de tree."
"Well now, Jupiter, do exactly as I tell you—do you hear?"
"Yes, massa."
"Pay attention, then—find the left eye of the skull."
"Hum! hoo! dat's good! why dey ain't no eye lef at all."
"Curse your stupidity! do you know your right hand from your left?"