. Deux ans sur l'Alabama. L'amiral a perdu son capitaine, pour allwe vu était un dard par des requins, et d'une coulée de sang sur l'eau. Ainsi, l'amiral conservés sur et payé la visite;et le jour suivant, ne croyez-vous pas, voici le projet de loi bow-lings chef aux côtés, enveloppé dans un vieux journal,avec les compliments de l'Yankee commodore. Yousee, les hommes sur la constellation de la frégate n'avait été fishingsome temps pour cette même croqueuse d'hommes, et avait de la patte d'caughthim-port ; et quand-ils l'ont coupé,ouvert il y a eu mauvais Toms tête dans le ventre. - Humph !à partir de certaines autoroutes dans l'auditoire. Fait, je vous assure.

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. Two years on the Alabama. admiral lost his coxswain, for allwe saw was a dart by of the shark, and a streak of blood onthe water. Well, the admiral kept on and paid the visit;and the next day, dont you think, here comes Bill Bow-lings head alongside, wrapped up in an old newspaper, with the compliments of the Yankee commodore. Yousee, the men on the Constellation frigate had been fishingsome time for this very same man-eater, and had caughthim from the bridle-port ; and when-they cut him open, there was poor Toms head in the belly. — Humph!from some doubter in the audience. Fact, I assure you.— Well, one thing more, shipmate, did poor Tom winkhis eye ? And a shout of laughter goes up. The yarn-spinner knocks the ashes from his pipe, and saunters aft atthe pipe of the boatswain, All hands, promising a yarnat supper to knock seven bells out of this one. We have thus reached the year 1864, and it looks asthough our occupation is gone. We board vessels occa-sionally, but no luck. We are stretching across the Bay. Masters Mate Julius Schroeder CEYLON 221 of Bengal to round the island of Ceylon. We overhauland board a British ship more for pastime and the hope oflate newspapers than to examine her papers. She istoo English to suggest the hope of a bonfire. Fulhamhas a good time on her, rigging the passengers whowere Mohammedans from Singapore, bound to the port ofJiddah, thence to the shrine of Mecca. A most remark-able idea had gotten abroad among them, and we hadheard of it first at Singapore, that we carried in our hold, chained, an assortment of huge giants, to let loose on theYankees ; and they wanted to know how Their RoyalHighnesses fared. Fulham reported upon his return thathe had found true believers among them as to the monsters, and that he had stuffed them to the full. We can believeit, for Fulham is fully competent to get off a stunner. We double the island of Ceylon without so much asthe smell of a capture; and it is the middle of January.We are moving alo

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