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Author of this Volunie.Did I help to fill it, steward!

Steward.—No, Sir. I did not include you.

First Officer.—Why the passengers are mighty greedy. They will eat their allowance, though they know they will have to throw it up again.

Captain.-Is the cabin very dirty, steward?

Steward.Yes, Sir, it is as dirty as Saint Gileseses.

Captain.And what were you doing, steward, when the passengers were so sick ?

Steward.--I was eating my dinner, Sir.
Captain.What was your' dinner, steward ?

Steward.Cold pork, Sir. It was a lump of fat.

Mr. Adams.--What a precious appetite !

Steward.-Yes, Sir, Providence has been very kind to me in that respect during the voyage.

Captain.Are the dead-lights shipped, steward?

Steward.-No, Sir.

Mr. Adams.---And why did not you ship them?

Steward.--I was afeard, Sir, I should fall over board through the cabin-windows.

Mr. Adams. If you was to fall overboard, I would not heave you a rope.

Steward.Sir, I am much obliged to you. There is no love lost between us. [ Aside.

Captain.—Mr. Adams our cargo will be spoilt. Do jump down and put those dead-lights in.

Both Mates.--Aye! Aye! Sir! Aye ! Aye !

The steward now came upon deck with a mop in his hand, which he began to twirl over the weather-quarter.

Mr. Adams.-You precious fellow ! Gone to windward with your mop!

First-mate.-That's right, steward ! Always throw ashes and hot water to windward. But put down your mop, and lend a hand to hoịst the main-top-sail.

Sailors.-Choisting) Hoa ho yoã ho ! The steward does not pull hoa yo hoa. Taut leech hoa yoa hoa ! Mind the roll hoa yo hoa !

First-male.--Belay the main-top-sail haliards !
Mr. Adams. -Steward !
Steward.-Holloa ! Sir !

Mr. Adams.Your table-cloth is flying out of the main-stay-sail netting. You made it fast with a granny's knot. Up there, and take it down.

Steward.--I can't get up, Sir. The ship rocks SO,

I should fall overboard.

First- mate.-Mr. Adams lef Cünningham go up. We shall lose the steward.

Steward.-Mr. Llewellyn is the honly person who his kind to me in the ship. He his a gentleman.

Mr. Adams. And you are a gentleman, and I am another gentleman ; and that's two swaggering lies, and so clap them both together.


Steward.-How the ship rocks! I feel quite queerish at my stomach. (The sleward runs hastily to windward, and disgorges his dinner.)

First-mate. You steward ! Go over to leeward ! Steward.-(groaning) Oh! Oh!

Oh ! Captain.--Forecastle! there! Haul out the reef tackles forward, close reef the fore-top-sail. Send Cunninghamand Mudgeaft to reefthe mizen top-sail.

Both Mates.-Aye! Aye! Sir! Aye! Aye ! Steward.fstill disgorging) Oh! Oh! Oh! First-mate.-That's a hearty fellow!

The gale having settled into a steady breeze, we carried so much sail that the good ship Olive staggerred under it. But I never stepped between the stem and stern of a better sea-boat. It is true she was no flier. We never could knock more than three knots and a half outof her. In war-time she could not have trusted to her heels. But she was tight as a nut, and stiff as a church.

August 21, 1802. This day, just as the Captain had taken his observation, that is, ascertained the latitude of the ship, Mr. Adans descried a sail in our wake.

“ A sail! A sail !”—The passengers dispatched the steward to know what she looked like. “ Tell them,” cried Mr. Adams, “ that she looks like a horse."

All hands came aft to gaze at the sail.
First-mate. She overhauls us fast.

Mr. Adams.-She comes up with us hand over fist.

Captain.—You steward! Hand my glass up out of the cabin.

Steward.—Which glass Sir ? A rummer or a wine-glass?

Captain.--You ignorant fellow !-Cunningham! Jump down and bring my glass upon deck.

Cunningham.--. Aye! Aye! Sir! Aye! Aye!

Captain.—(looking through his glass over the taffarel) Faith! that is a large ship. She could hoist the Olive in upon deck with her yard and stay-tackles.

First-mate.--I reckon, Sir, she is a British man

of war.

Mr. Adams.—I thought she was one of John Millar's luggars.

Steward.-O! beautiful ship !

Passengers.—We are coming in the track of our countrymen ! First-mate.She goes

five feet to our one. In about another half hour the ship in our wake was clearly discerned to be a heavy frigate, having fourteen ports of a side; and through each of those ports, an engine of terror was visible, called vulgarly a gun.

Captain.-She shews her teeth. What a whack, ing frigate! Fourteen ports of a side, besides a bridle-port! If it be an English frigate, she would not hesitate to lie alongside of a French two-decker. Author of this Volume.-A happy compliment,

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Captain-and I sincerely believe, uninfected with flattery.

The frigate being within reach of the good ship Olive, did us the honour to fire a shot at us ;the shot fell in our wake, and threw the spray

of the sea upon the deck.

Passengers.—(running, or rather tumbling head over heels, down the cabin ladder) That was a gun let off !

Steward.-(falling flat upon the deck) Oh! Lord! Oh! Lord! Help! Help!

First-mate.-Why I thought, Porpan, you had been a soldier.

Steward.No, Mr. Llewellyn, I am only a steward!

First-mate.(to the Captain) Shall we haul down the studding-sails, Sir!

Captain.—Keep all fast ! Don't start a tack, a sheet, or a brace. I want the frigate to give me another shot; I want her to kill the steward.

Mr. Adams.-Why, d-n his blood, he has got into a hencoop. He looks as fierce as a goose

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First-mate.You steward ! Come out of the hencoop!

Mr. Adams.-I'll get a watch-tackle on him, and bowse him out. (Mr. Adams pulls the steward out of the bencoop.)

Steward.-Murder! Murder !

Captain.--Tell us, steward, what you were ashore, or the next shot shall kill you.

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