Chapter 44

“All dat done, Massa Will; mighty easy ting for to put de bug fru de hole—look out for him dare below!” During this colloquy no portion of Jupiter’s person could be seen; but the beetle, which he had suffered to descend, was now visible at the end of the string, and glistened, like a globe of burnished gold, in the last rays of the setting sun, some of which still faintly illumined the eminence upon which we stood. The _scarabæus_ hung quite clear of any branches, and, if allowed…