A song made on the patrolling parties established for apprehending ran-away Negroes. The bad conduct of the rangers (who were an expense of upwards of £20,000 p ann to the Island) rendered them odious to many white persons and the whole body of the Negroes. The words to this tune, were very few, hinting at their employment and sung as a Jeu d’esprit, especially when a ranger happened to be within hearing. A dried pod of the Barbadoes pride, held at one end, between two fingers of the left hand, resting the other against the thumb, and struck smartly, by passing the back of the fingers of the right hand in a quick succession, from the forefinger to the little one, over the pod, and repeating the stroke twice, with the inside of the thumb, was the rattling accompaniment to this air; the first two bars of which one would almost suppose were taken from the Gavotte in Mr. Garth’s 4th: Sonata, Opera Quarto.