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raw-boned Seot, whose opinion of himself was un-
bounded, whose power of argument was extraordinary,
not to say exasperating, and who stood six feet three
in his stockings. Mivins, the steward, was, as we
have already remarked, a tall, thin, active young
man, of a brisk, lively disposition, and was somewhat
of a butt among the men, but being in a position ot
power and trust, he was respected. The young sur-
geon, Tom Singleton, whom we have yet scarcely in-
troduced to the reader, was a tall, slim, but firmly-knit
youth, with a kind, gentle disposition. He was always
open, straightforward, and polite. He never indulged
in broad humour, though he enjoyed it much, seldom
ventured on a witticism, was rather shy in the com-
pany of his companions, and spoke little; but for a
quict, pleasant t¢te-d-téte there was not a man in the
ship equal to Tom Singleton. His countenance was
Spanish-looking and handsome, his hair black, short,
and curling, and his budding moustache was soft and
dark as the eyebrow of an Andalusian belle.

It would be unpardonable, in this catalogue, to omit
the cook, David Mizzle. He was round, and fat, and
oily, as one of his own “duff” puddings. To look at
him you could not help suspecting that he purloined
and ate at least half of the salt pork he cooked, and
his sly, dimpling laugh, in which every feature par-
ticipated, from the point of his broad chin to the top
of his bald head, rather tended to favour this suppo-
sition. Mizzle was prematurely bald—being quite a
young man

 

and when questioned on the subject, he