of the water in the bottom of the boat; then that of the sea; then lift one end of the breaker; going through with every test of leakage he could dream of.  Nor was he ever fully satisfied, that the breaker was in all respects sound.  But in reality it was tight as the drum-heads that beat at Cerro-Gordo.  Oh!  Jarl, Jarl:  to me in the boat’s quiet stern, steering and philosophizing at one time and the same, thou and thy breaker were a study.

Besides the breaker, we had, full of water, the two boat-kegs, previously alluded to.  These were first used.  We drank from them by their leaden spouts; so many swallows three times in the day; having no other means of measuring an allowance.  But when we came to the breaker, which had only a bung-hole, though a very large one, dog-like, it was so many laps apiece; jealously counted by the observer.  This plan, however, was only good for a single day; the water then getting beyond the reach of the tongue.  We therefore daily poured from the breaker into one of the kegs; and drank from its spout.  But to obviate the absorption inseparable from decanting, we at last hit upon something better,—­my comrade’s shoe, which, deprived of its quarters, narrowed at the heel, and diligently rinsed out in the sea, was converted into a handy but rather limber ladle.  This we kept suspended in the bung-hole of the breaker, that it might never twice absorb the water.

Now pewter imparts flavor to ale; a Meerschaum bowl, the same to the tobacco of Smyrna; and goggle green glasses are deemed indispensable to the bibbing of Hock.  What then shall be said of a leathern goblet for water?  Try it, ye mariners who list.

One morning, taking his wonted draught, Jarl fished up in his ladle a deceased insect; something like a Daddy-long-legs, only more corpulent.  Its fate?  A sea-toss?  Believe it not; with all those precious drops clinging to its lengthy legs.  It was held over the ladle till the last globule dribbled; and even then, being moist, honest Jarl was but loth to drop it overboard.

For our larder, we could not endure the salt beef; it was raw as a live Abyssinian steak, and salt as Cracow.  Besides, the Feegee simile would not have held good with respect to it.  It was far from being “tender as a dead man.”  The biscuit only could we eat; not to be wondered at; for even on shipboard, seamen in the tropics are but sparing feeders.

And here let not, a suggestion be omitted, most valuable to any future castaway or sailaway as the case may be.  Eat not your biscuit dry; but dip it in the sea:  which makes it more bulky and palatable.  During meal times it was soak and sip with Jarl and me:  one on each side of the Chamois dipping our biscuit in the brine.  This plan obviated finger-glasses at the conclusion of our repast.  Upon the whole, dwelling upon the water is not so bad after all.  The Chinese are no fools.  In the operation of making your toilet, how handy to float in your ewer!