WIFE OF BRITISH WORKMAN (_spelling out placard under Hottentot Group_).
"It is extremely probable that this interesting race will be completely
exterminated at no very distant period." Pore things!
BRITISH WORKMAN (_with philosophy_). Well, _I_ sha'n't go inter mournin'
for 'em, Sairer!
LAMBETH LARRIKIN (_in a pasteboard "pickelhaube," and a false nose,
thoughtfully, to_ BATTERSEA BILL, _who is wearing an old grey
chimney-pot hat, with the brim uppermost, and a tow wig, as they
contemplate a party of Botocudo natives_). Rum the sights these 'ere
savidges make o' theirselves, ain't it, Bill?
BATT. BILL (_more thoughtfully_). Yer right--but I dessay if you and me
'ad been born among that lot, _we_ shouldn't care _'ow_ we looked!
VAUXHALL VOILET (_who has exchanged headgear with_ CHELSEA
CHORLEY--_with dismal results_). They _are_ cures, those blackies! Why,
yer carn't 'ardly tell the men from the wimmin! I expect this lot'll be
'aving a beanfeast. See, they're plyin' their myusic.
[Illustration: "RUM THE SIGHTS THESE 'ERE SAVIDGES MAKE O'
THEIRSELVES."]
CHELSEA CHORLEY. Good job we can't _'ear_ 'em. They say as niggers'
music is somethink downright horful. Give us "Hi-tiddly-hi" on that
mouth-orgin o' yours, will yer?
[VAUXHALL VOILET _obliges on that instrument_; _every one in the
neighbourhood begins to jig mechanically_; _exeunt party, dancing_.
A PIMPLY YOUTH. "Hopium-eater from Java." That's the stuff they gits as
stoopid as biled howls on--it's about time we went and did another beer.
[_They retire for that purpose._