Savage.—­Yes, I learnt it in my childhood, having been bred for some years among the English of New York.  But before I was a man I returned to my valiant countrymen, the Mohawks; and having been villainously cheated by one of yours in the sale of some rum, I never cared to have anything to do with them afterwards.  Yet I took up the hatchet for them with the rest of my tribe in the late war against France, and was killed while I was out upon a scalping party.  But I died very well satisfied, for my brethren were victorious, and before I was shot I had gloriously scalped seven men and five women and children.  In a former war I had performed still greater exploits.  My name is the Bloody Bear; it was given me to express my fierceness and valour.

Duellist.—­Bloody Bear, I respect you, and am much your humble servant.  My name is Tom Pushwell, very well known at Arthur’s.  I am a gentleman by my birth, and by profession a gamester and man of honour.  I have killed men in fair fighting, in honourable single combat, but don’t understand cutting the throats of women and children.

Savage.—­Sir, that is our way of making war.  Every nation has its customs.  But, by the grimness of your countenance, and that hole in your breast, I presume you were killed, as I was, in some scalping party.  How happened it that your enemy did not take off your scalp?

Duellist.—­Sir, I was killed in a duel.  A friend of mine had lent me a sum of money.  After two or three years, being in great want himself, he asked me to pay him.  I thought his demand, which was somewhat peremptory, an affront to my honour, and sent him a challenge.  We met in Hyde Park.  The fellow could not fence:  I was absolutely the adroitest swordsman in England, so I gave him three or four wounds; but at last he ran upon me with such impetuosity, that he put me out of my play, and I could not prevent him from whipping me through the lungs.  I died the next day, as a man of honour should, without any snivelling signs of contrition or repentance; and he will follow me soon, for his surgeon has declared his wounds to be mortal.  It is said that his wife is dead of grief, and that his family of seven children will be undone by his death.  So I am well revenged, and that is a comfort.  For my part, I had no wife.  I always hated marriage.

Savage.—­Mercury, I won’t go in a boat with that fellow.  He has murdered his countryman—­he has murdered his friend:  I say, positively, I won’t go in a boat with that fellow.  I will swim over the River, I can swim like a duck.

Mercury.—­Swim over the Styx! it must not be done; it is against the laws of Pluto’s Empire.  You must go in the boat, and be quiet.

Savage.—­Don’t tell me of laws, I am a savage.  I value no laws.  Talk of laws to the Englishman.  There are laws in his country, and yet you see he did not regard them, for they could never allow him to kill his fellow-subject, in time of peace, because he asked him to pay a debt.  I know indeed, that the English are a barbarous nation, but they can’t possibly be so brutal as to make such things lawful.