y much to hear it."

Mr. Bushwick took the quid of tobacco from his mouth, cleared his
throat, and sang,--

"'Of all the girls in our town,
The black, the fair, the red, the brown,
That dance and prance it up and down,
There's none like Nancy Dawson.

"'Her easy mien, her shape, so neat,
She foots, she trips, she looks so sweet,
Her every motion so complete,--
There's none like Nancy Dawson.

"'See how she comes to give surprise,
With joy and pleasure in her eyes;
To give delight she always tries,--
There's none like Nancy Dawson.'"

"That's a good song," said Robert. Mr. Bushwick put the quid once more
in his mouth, and went on with the story.

"On that night a great crowd gathered around the tree; the boys who go
to Master Lovell's school came with an old knocked-kneed horse and a
rickety wagon with a platform in it. They fixed the effigies on the
platform with cords and pulleys, so that the arms and legs would be
lifted when the boys under it pulled the strings. We lighted our
torches and formed in procession. The fifers played the Rogue's March,
and the bellman went ahead singing a song.

"'Don't you remember
The fifth of November--
The gunpowder treason plot?
I see no reason
Why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.

"'From the city of Rome
The Pope has come
Amid ten thousand fears,
With fiery serpents to be seen
At eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.

"'Don't you hear my little bell
Go chinking, chinking, chink?
Please give me a little money
To buy my Pope a drink.'

"The streets were filled with people, who tossed pennies into the
bellman's hat. Everybody laughed to see the Pope lifting his hands and
working his under jaw as if preaching, Byng rolling his goggle eyes,
Nancy kicking with both legs, and the Devil wriggling his tail. We
marched awhile, then put the Pope and the devil into the stocks, Nancy
in the pillory, tied Byng to the whipping-post and gave him a
flogging, then kindled a bonfire in King Street, pitched the effigies
into it, and went into the Tun and Bacchus, Bunch of Grapes, and
Admiral Vernon, and drank flip, egg-nogg, punch, and black strap."[5]

[Footnote 5: Black strap was composed of rum and molasses, and was
often drunk by those who could not afford more expensive beverages.]

Mr. Bushwick chuckled merrily, and took a fresh quid of toba