Tom Anderson, Dare-Devil: A Young Virginian in the Revolution — page 292: what you’re looking at

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274 Tom ANDERSON, DareE-DEVIL string of fish. In a minute the Marquis was out in the street. [The savage and the mulatto from the Rebel Plan- tations were talking together in a crabbed tongue which His Lordship had never heard in all the days of his life. He said frankly, — “We’ve been too busy for introductions since I found you. I am De la Jonquiére.” Tom made his best bow. “I am Thomas Anderson, Virginian. There was a De la Jonquiére who fought a couple of English admirals off Finisterre; in 1747, was n’t itr “A gallant gentleman, that. My grandfather. I’m sorry to say, though, he was handsomely licked at Cape Finisterre. “Pon my word, this sun is intolerable. Mr. ° Knatchbull desires that you will come into the office for a bites “Certainly; if my friend here will not be unwelcome. Ah! there comes the doctor who could see a white man through a black skin.” “And the gentleman with him is the Bishop of Bar- bados. Come.” Saunders Macglashan, M.D., had been stirred up by the curious incident at the jail. To his friend the Bishop he detailed the whole thing, not forgetting Tom’s queer appeal to “this English bishopric.” And His Lordship turned no dull ear to the story. The clerical establishment in Barbados was fixed upon a scale “liberal and effective.’’ And Bishop Coleridge was a man of as much activity as importance, which is saying a great deal. Presently Mr. Knatchbull’s groom drove to the Gov- ernment House and brought down to the aforementioned office on the Bay Governor-General Lord Mulgrave. Here, then, were forgathered some illustrative types, incongruous, significant, intensely interesting. Here were fair ensamples of English, Scottish, British West-Indian, French, American, and savage-American blood. Here was the best there 1s. ECOMMICOOOKS.(© m