"We must be near some place of man's abode;—

For the old negro's confidence in creeping,

With his two captives, by so queer a road,

Shows that he thinks his friends have not been sleeping;

A single cry would bring them all abroad:

'T is better therefore looking before leaping—

And there, you see, this turn has brought us through,

By Jove, a noble palace!—lighted too."