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88 Wind and Wave Wait Not. the chafarize (Moorish fountain) of fresh water has its turn now—the Moor asserts such a _ sweet-water pump stands in the exact center of the Eden—so that we now know that we have been swept round to the other side from that spot; and it disproves the philosopher who maintained that the world is immovable! I call it a bark which now is sailing round the moon! More sweet water—thanks, it will unsour the brine!” Three men had replaced one another on the other part of the cask which he had used as a dipper, but he was as animated as at the first. “Come, come; is Jack’s spirit to fall low, as never was his trade! Soul of Admiral Noah, older you see, that seaman, than your kings and grandees! If Jack dies, he dies. Did not Queen Juno declare that death is the great- est boon the gods can give? Nevertheless, I am in no hurry to be beholden to the goddess, bless her—and save us! Well, we die, chirruping—gay as a gypsy, dressed up for an archangel on Corpus Christi day! “You may fill me with salt water, but never with the belief that we were fondly brought into this world to be foolishly spirited out of it! Yet, if we die here, out here, look at the fine last laugh we have at them—the doctor can get no fee, and Old Hairy, who hugs his oven a night like this, no soul! So sing—-in the name of the Muses, singe—to clear your throats to the rattle of the pails com- ing up—so, so! full, and coming—whoop! empty! “When we are dead, We'll take no heed Of what they say behind us!” “So, the congregation will join in the chant: “So, pitch it out! Now, in! ‘now, out! And out, and out, and out again!” (Impossible to resist this man—this force of nature, and good-nature at that. ‘Hark to him, lads!” said Pedro, beaming with satis- faction and reinspired like his crew, to say nothing of his being delighted at his judgment being confirmed. In his sea-going tub he had found a Man! “This is not one Eomichooksrco im