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 the Negro which exempts him from the inflicted sourness of the morbid or cynical mind; how; in his most prepossessing aspects; must he appear to a benevolent one? When at ease with respect to exterior things; Captain Delano's nature was not only benign; but familiarly and humorously so。 At home; he had often taken rare satisfaction in sitting in his door; watching some free man of colour at his work or play。 If on a voyage he chanced to have a black sailor; invariably he was on chatty; and half…gamesome terms with him。 In fact; like most men of a good; blithe heart; Captain Delano took to Negroes; not philanthropically; but genially; just as other men to Newfoundland dogs。     Hitherto the circumstances in which he found the San Dominick had repressed the tendency。 But in the cuddy; relieved from his former uneasiness; and; for various reasons; more sociably inclined than at any previous period of the day; and seeing the coloured servant; napkin on arm; so debonair about his master; in a business so familiar as that of shaving; too; all his old weakness for Negroes returned。     Among other things; he was amused with an odd instance of the African love of bright colours and fine shows; in the black's informally taking from the flag…locker a great piece of bunting of all hues; and lavishly tucking it under his master's chin for an apron。     The mode of shaving among the Spaniards is a little different from what it is with other nations。 They have a basin; specially called a barber's basin; which on one side is scooped out; so as accurately to receive the chin; against which it is closely held in lathering; which is done; not with a brush; but with soap dipped in the water of the basin and rubbed on the face。     In the present instance salt…water was used for lack of better; and the parts lathered were only the upper lip; and low down under the throat; all the rest being cultivated beard。     These preliminaries being somewhat novel to Captain Delano he sat curiously eyeing them; so that no conversation took place; nor for the present did Don Benito appear disposed to renew any。     Setting down his basin; the Negro searched among the razors; as for the sharpest; and having found it; gave it an additional edge by expertly stropping it on the firm; smooth; oily skin of his open palm; he then made a gesture as if to begin; but midway stood suspended for an instant; one hand elevating the razor; the other professionally dabbling among the bubbling suds on the Spaniard's lank neck。 Not unaffected by the close sight of the gleaming steel; Don Benito nervously shuddered; his usual ghastliness was heightened by the lather; which lather; again; was intensified in its hue by the sootiness of the Negro's body。 Altogether the scene was somewhat peculiar; at least to Captain Delano; nor; as he saw the two thus postured; could he resist the vagary; that in the black he saw a headsman; and in the white; a man at the block。 But this was one of those antic conceits; appearing and vanishing in a breath; from which; perhaps; the best regulated mind is not free。     Meantime the agitation of the Spaniard had a little loosened the bunting from around him; so that one broad fold swept curtain…like over the chair…arm to the floor; revealing; amid a profusion of armorial bars and ground…colours… black; blue and yellow… a closed castle in a blood…red field diagonal with a lion rampant in a white。     〃The castle and the lion;〃 exclaimed Captain Delano… 〃why; Don Benito; this is the flag of Spain you use here。 It's well it's only I; and not the King; that sees this;〃 he added with a smile; 〃but〃… turning toward the black;… 〃it's all one; I suppose; so the colours be gay;〃 which playful remark did not fail somewhat to tickle the Negro。     〃Now; master;〃 he said; readjusting the flag; and pressing the head gently further back into the crotch of the chair; 〃now master;〃 and the steel glanced nigh the throat。     Again Don Benito faintly shuddered。     〃You must not shake so; master。… See; Don Amasa; master always shakes when I shave him。 And yet master knows I never yet have drawn blood; though it's true; if master will shake so; I may some of these times。 Now; master;〃 he continued。 〃And now; Don Amasa; please go on with your talk about the gale; and all that; master can hear; and between times master can answer。〃     〃Ah yes; these gales;〃 said Captain Delano; 〃but the more I think of your voyage; Don Benito; the more I wonder; not at the gales; terrible as they must have been; but at the disastrous interval following them。 For here; by your account; have you been these two months and more getting from Cape Horn to St。 Maria; a distance which I myself; with a good wind; have sailed in a few days。 True; you had calms; and long ones; but to be becalmed for two months; that is; at least; unusual。 Why; Don Benito; had almost any other gentleman told me such a story; I should have been half disposed to a little incredulity。〃     Here an involuntary expression came over the Spaniard; similar to that just before on the deck; and whether it was the start he gave; or a sudden gawky roll of the hull in the calm; or a momentary unsteadiness of the servant's hand; however it was; just then the razor drew blood; spots of which stained the creamy lather under the throat; immediately the black barber drew back his steel; and remaining in his professional attitude; back to Captain Delano; and face to Don Benito; held up the trickling razor; saying; with a sort of half humorous sorrow; 〃See; master;… you shook so… here's Babo's first blood。〃     No sword drawn before James the First of England; no assassination in that timid King's presence; could have produced a more terrified aspect than was now presented by Don Benito。     Poor fellow; thought Captain Delano; so nervous he can't even bear the sight of barber's blood; and this unstrung; sick man; is it credible that I should have imagined he meant to spill all my blood; who can't endure the sight of one little drop of his own? Surely; Amasa Delano; you have been beside yourself this day。 Tell it not when you get home; sappy Amasa。 Well; well; he looks like a murderer; doesn't he? More like as if himself were to be done for。 Well; well; this day's experience shall be a good lesson。     Meantime; while these things were running through the honest seaman's mind; the servant had taken the napkin from his arm; and to Don Benito had said: 〃But answer Don Amasa; please; master; while I wipe this ugly stuff off the razor; and strop it again。〃     As he said the words; his face was turned half round; so as to be alike visible to the Spaniard and the American; and seemed by its expression to hint; that he was desirous; by getting his master to go on with the conversation; considerately to withdraw his attention from the recent annoying accident。 As if glad to snatch the offered relief; Don Benito resumed; rehearsing to Captain Delano; that not only were the calms of unusual duration; but the ship had fallen in with obstinate currents and other things he added; some of which were but repetitions of former statements; to explain how it came to pass that the passage from Cape Horn to St。 Maria had been so exceedingly long; now and then mingling with his words; incidental praises; less qualified than before; to the blacks; for their general good conduct。     These particulars were not given consecutively; the servant now and then using his razor; and so; between the intervals of shaving; the story and panegyric went on with more than usual huskiness。     To Captain Delano's imagination; now again not wholly at rest; there was something so hollow in the Spaniard's manner; with apparently some reciprocal hollowness in the servant's dusky comment of silence; that the idea flashed across him; that possibly master and man; for some unknown purpose; were acting out; both in word and deed; nay; to the very tremor of Don Benito's limbs; some juggling play before him。 Neither did the suspicion of collusion lack apparent support; from the fact of those whispered conferences before mentioned。 But then; what could be the object of enacting this play of the barber before him? At last; regarding the notion as a whimsy; insensibly suggested; perhaps; 

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