"Purty ship, ain't she? and roomy for her size.  Guess I can stow away all of seven hundred niggers down below, and not lose more'n twenty per cent of 'em on an ordinary average passage.  And the _Preciosa_ is the very spit of this here craft--built in the same yard, she was, and from the same lines; there ain't a pin to choose atween 'em.  Now, if yew was only lucky enough to fall in with _her_, stranger, I guess she'd be a prize worth havin', eh?"