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 negro-houses, carrying a tisane she had herself prepared for Aunt Rosalie's sick child. The slaves were already down from the cane-pieces, laughing, jesting, singing, carrying their tools over their shoulders and their baskets or calabashes on their heads. A fat little negro of some eight years old, who reminded Cerise of certain bronze casts that held wax-lights in the Hôtel Montmirail, and who was indeed little less sparingly clad than those works of art, came running by, his saucy features shining with a merry excitement, in such haste that he could only pull himself up to make her a droll little reverence when he was almost under her feet. She recognised him as an elder brother of the very infant she was about to visit, and asked if baby was any better, but the child seemed so intent on some proceeding of his own that she could not extort an answer.

"What is it, Hercule?" said she, laying her white hand on the little knotted woolly head. "Where are you off to in such a hurry? Is it a dance at the negro-houses, or a merry-making in the Square?"

The Square was a clear space, outside the huts of the field negroes, devoted to occasions of unusual display, and Hercule's thoughts were as obviously turned in that direction as his corpulent little person.

"Better bobbery nor dance," answered the imp, looking up earnestly in her face. "M'amselle Fleurette tied safe to howling-tree! Massa Hippolyte, him tall black nigger, floggee criss-cross. So! Make dis good little nigger laugh, why for, I go see!" and away scampered Hercule as fast as his short legs would carry him, followed by Cerise, who felt her cheek paling and her blood tingling to her fingers'-ends.

But Aunt Rosalie's baby never got the tisane, for Mademoiselle de Montmirail spilt it all as she hurried on.

Coming beyond the rows of negro-houses, she found a large assemblage of slaves, both men and women, ranged in a circle, many of the latter being seated on the ground, with their children crawling about their feet, while the fathers looked over the heads of their families, grinning in curiosity and delight.

They were all eager to enjoy one of those spectacles to