. The choice works of Thomas Hood, in prose and verse. ve \\as ordered with a bonrding party to forcibly enter the SaiitissiniaTriiiidada, but in the act of climbing into the quarter-gallery, which,however, gave no quarter, was rebutted by tue butt-end of a marinesgun, who remained the quarter-master of the place. I fell senselessinto the sea, and should no doubt have perished in the waters of obli-vion, but lor the kindness of John Monday, who picked me up to goadrift with him in one of the ships boats. All our oars were carriedaway, that is to say, we did not carry away any oars, an
. The choice works of Thomas Hood, in prose and verse. ve \\as ordered with a bonrding party to forcibly enter the SaiitissiniaTriiiidada, but in the act of climbing into the quarter-gallery, which,however, gave no quarter, was rebutted by tue butt-end of a marinesgun, who remained the quarter-master of the place. I fell senselessinto the sea, and should no doubt have perished in the waters of obli-vion, but lor the kindness of John Monday, who picked me up to goadrift with him in one of the ships boats. All our oars were carriedaway, that is to say, we did not carry away any oars, and while shotwas raining, our feeble hailing was unheeded. In short, as Shakespeare * Comic Annual, 1832. 6j6 THE ISLAND. says, we were drifted off by the current of a heady fipht. As mavbe supposed, our boat was anything but the jolly-boat, for we had noprovisions to spare in the middle of an immense waste. We were, infact, adrift in the cutter with nothing to cut. We had not even junkfor junketing, and nothing but salt water, even if the wind should. The Pound ff Flesh. blow fresh. Famine indeed seemed to stare each of us in the ;that is, we stared at one another ; but if men turn cannibals, a greatallowance must be made for a short ditto. We were truly in a verydisagreeable pickle, with oceans of brine and no beef, and, like Shylock,I fancy we would have exchanged a pound of gold for a pound of more we drifted Nor, the mere sharply we inclined to gnaw,—butwhen we drifted Sow, nothing like pork. No bread rose inthe east, and in the opposite point we were equally disappointed. Wecould not conii)ass a meal any how, Ijut got mealy-mouthed notwith-standing. We could see the sea-mews to the eastward, flying overwhat V>yxox\ calls the Gardens of (kill. We saw plenty of grampus,but they were useless to all intents and poipusses, and we had no banf(ir catching a i ottle-nose. Time hung heavily on our hands, for our fast da\s seemed to passvery slowly, and
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