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, as he handed them to the attentive coxswain. "Where's the other pair, you black rascal?" roared Archy, springing up from his recumbent posture. "I only fotched ober de one pair, massa," replied Cyd, with an exceedingly troubled expression. "Cyd, you are a fool!" "Yes, Massa Archy," answered the black boy, who seemed to be perfectly willing to grant the position. "What do you suppose I want of one pair of gloves!" continued Archy, angrily, as he seized one of the oars, and aimed a blow at the head of the culprit, which, however, Cyd was expert enough to dodge. "Go and get the other pair; and if you are gone half as long as you were before, I'll have you flogged." The eye of Dandy kindled for a moment,--for the same blood flowed in the veins of both,--as he listened to the brutal words of his young master. "That boy is a fool!" said Archy, as he settled down into his reclining posture again. "He needs a whipping to sharpen his understanding." Dandy wholly and entirely dissented from this view; but of course he was not so impolitic as to state his views. In ten minutes more, Cyd reappeared with another pair of boxing gloves; but these were not the right ones. They were too large either for Dandy or his master, and the poor boy was solemnly assured that he should be whipped when they returned from the excursion. The coxswain was then sent, and during his absence, Archy amused himself in pointing out the enormity of Cyd's conduct, first in bringing one pair, and then bringing the wrong pair of gloves. Dandy returned in fifteen minutes, and after snarling at him for being so long, Master Archy gave the order for the boat to push off. All the forms were gone through with as before, and again the Edith darted down the bayou. After a pull of five miles down the Crosscut, they reached another and larger river. Green Point was the tongue of land between the two streams, and here Master Archy and his coxswain landed. CHAPTER III. MASTER ARCHY RECEIVES AN UNLUCKY BLOW. Green Point was a very pleasant place, to which the luxurious occupants of the mansion at Redlawn occasionally resorted to spend a day. The land was studded with a growth of sturdy forest trees. Formerly it had been covered with a thick undergrowth of canes; but these, near the Point, had been cut away, and the place otherwise prepared for the visits of the grand people. The day was cool and pleasant for that locality, and perha
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