20 THE AFRICAN TRADER.

God will hear our united prayers, and preserve you
in the way He thinks best.’

‘I will try to remember,’ I said, ‘but do not
fancy, Jane, that I am going to run my head into
all sorts of dangers. I daresay we shall have a
very pleasant voyage out, and be back again in a
few months with a full cargo of palm oil, ivory,
gold dust, and all sorts of precious things, such
as I understand Captain Willis is going to trade
for? ©
‘You will not forget Cheebo though, Massa
Harry,’ said Mammy, in a low voice. The idea
that I might meet her son was evidently taking
strong possession of ber mind.

‘That I will not,’ I answered. ‘Tl ask his
name of every black fellow I meet, and if I find
him Y'll tell him that I know his mother Mammy,
and ask him to come with me to see you.’

‘Oh, but he not know dat name,’ exclaimed
Mammy. ‘Me called Ambah in Africa; him fader
called Quamino. You no forget dat.’

‘I hope not; but Tl put them in my pocket-
book,’ I said, writing down the names, though I
confess that I did so without any serious thoughts
about the matter, but merely for the sake of pleas-