(clapping his hand just below his shoulder); “yes, caught me just here, I say, and bore me down to Hell’s flames, I was thinking; when, when, all of a sudden, thank the good God, the barb ript its way along the flesh — clear along the whole length of my arm — came out nigh my wrist, and up I floated; — and that gentleman there will tell you the rest (by the way, captain — Dr.

Bunger, ship’s surgeon: Bunger, my lad, — the captain). Now, Bunger boy, spin your part of the yarn.”

The professional gentleman thus familiarly pointed out, had been all the time standing near them, with nothing specific visible, to denote his gentlemanly rank on board. His face was an exceedingly round but sober one; he was dressed in a faded blue woollen