who began to experience, that inward qualm -which maketh the face sorry and indicates that the stomach will soon be in active eruption. Neither Mr Bumstead nor Mr'. Scorbut was sick, however. Mr Bumstead proclaimed his mmunity from sickness in his own way. < "I likes the motion of this yer vessel, I does,” he said to Gsorge, who with an agonised egression of countenance, was leaning o ver the " Well I doesn’t,” said George spitefully, " an I doesn’t like them as does like it.”

" Well I dose, and I jest wishes this ship would roll a bit, I does. " If yeriW«<Wßtg:-TB»rwitlryer chssk, I shall wipe your eyes with my face dusters,” said George, turning reund savagely, but certain Inward motions obliged him to turn rapidly to his old position. " I bows to yer, Sir, I does,” said Mr Bum stead with ironical courtesy. "May Ibe so bold as to ax yer w’ere yer slaughter yard and berryin’ ground was w’en yer was at ’ome. ’Ere I’ve been man an’ boy nigh bn to forty* three ’ear next Sunday, an’ I never seed the man yet as said the things tome, with my ’ears an’ edication, as yer ’as this blessed day, I calls It obsolete, I does.” " Yer*s a muddy liar!” shouted George. " I aint a bit more obsoleter nor you.” “ ’Ees yer is,” Mr Bumstead asserted dog matically, " yer's the ohsoleteser man as ever I see. That’s w’at I ses Scorbut.” " Yer does an’ no mistake,” assented Scorbut. " Sure it’s me ye’re manin’ wid yer dirty names,” interposed Garvey. " Come outside wid yez,”he said, dancing around the astonished Scorbut, while he made the most remarkable passes and feints with his fists. At this moment, while Mr Bumstead was directing his surprised vision on Garvey, George, who had been worked up to a pitch of frenzy by the horrible epithet Mr Bumstead had applied to him, and being free from sick ness for a few seconds, struck that great man a blow on the back of the neck, and at once turned agaifl to his melancholy task. 