ealing　to　you？　Warm　friends；　steadfast　friends　are　the　trades。〃　　　　　〃With　their　steadfastness　they　but　waft　me　to　my　tomb；　Senor；〃　was　the　foreboding　response。　　　　　〃You　are　saved；　Don　Benito；〃　cried　Captain　Delano；　more　and　more　astonished　and　pained；　〃you　are　saved；　what　has　cast　such　a　shadow　upon　you？〃　　　　　〃The　Negro。〃　　　　　There　was　silence；　while　the　moody　man　sat；　slowly　and　unconsciously　gathering　his　mantle　about　him；　as　if　it　were　a　pall。　　　　　There　was　no　more　conversation　that　day。　　　　　But　if　the　Spaniard's　melancholy　sometimes　ended　in　muteness　upon　topics　like　the　above；　there　were　others　upon　which　he　never　spoke　at　all；　on　which；　indeed；　all　his　old　reserves　were　piled。　Pass　over　the　worst　and；　only　to　elucidate；　let　an　item　or　two　of　these　be　cited。　The　dress　so　precise　and　costly；　worn　by　him　on　the　day　whose　events　have　been　narrated；　had　not　willingly　been　put　on。　And　that　silver…mounted　sword；　apparent　symbol　of　despotic　command；　was　not；　indeed；　a　sword；　but　the　ghost　of　one。　The　scabbard；　artificially　stiffened；　was　empty。　　　　　As　for　the　black…　whose　brain；　not　body；　had　schemed　and　led　the　revolt；　with　the　plot…　his　slight　frame；　inadequate　to　that　which　it　held；　had　at　once　yielded　to　the　superior　muscular　strength　of　his　captor；　in　the　boat。　Seeing　all　was　over；　he　uttered　no　sound；　and　could　not　be　forced　to。　His　aspect　seemed　to　say：　since　I　cannot　do　deeds；　I　will　not　speak　words。　Put　in　irons　in　the　hold；　with　the　rest；　he　was　carried　to　Lima。　During　the　passage　Don　Benito　did　not　visit　him。　Nor　then；　nor　at　any　time　after；　would　he　look　at　him。　Before　the　tribunal　he　refused。　When　pressed　by　the　judges　he　fainted。　On　the　testimony　of　the　sailors　alone　rested　the　legal　identity　of　Babo。　And　yet　the　Spaniard　would；　upon　occasion；　verbally　refer　to　the　Negro；　as　has　been　shown；　but　look　on　him　he　would　not；　or　could　not。　　　　　Some　months　after；　dragged　to　the　gibbet　at　the　tail　of　a　mule；　the　black　met　his　voiceless　end。　The　body　was　burned　to　ashes；　but　for　many　days；　the　head；　that　hive　of　subtlety；　fixed　on　a　pole　in　the　Plaza；　met；　unabashed；　the　gaze　of　the　whites；　and　across　the　Plaza　looked　toward　St。　Bartholomew's　church；　in　whose　vaults　slept　then；　as　now；　the　recovered　bones　of　Aranda；　and　across　the　Rimac　bridge　looked　toward　the　monastery；　on　Mount　Agonia　without；　where；　three　months　after　being　dismissed　by　the　court；　Benito　Cereno；　borne　on　the　bier；　did；　indeed；　follow　his　leader。
  …THE　END…　。