is done, he will be like me, _humano major_. He has seen the places which
you are yet to see.'

'Nothing I should like better; particularly Italy,' said Lake.

'Yes,' said Uncle Lorne, lifting up slowly a different finger at each
name in his catalogue. 'First, Lucus Mortis; then Terra Tenebrosa; next,
Tartarus; after that, Terra Oblivionis; then Herebus; then Barathrum;
then Gehenna, and then Stagium Ignis.'

'Of course,' acquiesced Lake, with an ugly sneer, and a mock bow.

'And to think that all the white citizens were once men and women!'
murmured Uncle Lorne, with a scowl.

'Quite so,' whispered Lake.

'I know where he is,' resumed the old man, with his finger on his long
chin, and looking down upon the carpet.

'It would be very convenient if you would favour us with his address,'
said Stanley, with a gracious sneer.

'I know what became of him,' continued the oracle.

'You are more in his confidence than we are,' said Lake.

'Don't be frightened--but he's alive; I think they'll make him mad. It is
a frightful plight. Two angels buried him alive in Vallombrosa by night;
I saw it, standing among the lotus and hemlock. A negro came to me, a