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like bears, to their own entire satisfaction and to the
intense delight of -Meetuck, who now came to regard
the white men as brothers—so true is it that “the ©
.tailor makes the man!” _

“Ow, ’orribly ’eavy it is, hain’t it?” gasped Mivins,
after dancing round the main-hatch till he was nearly
exhausted. \

“Heavy!” cried Buzzby, whose appearance was
such that you would have hesitated to say whether
his breadth or length was greater—‘“heavy, d’ye say?
Tt must be your sperrits wot’s heavy, then, for I.feel
as light as a feather myself.”

“O morther! then may I niver sleep on a bed
made o’ sich feathers!” cried O'Riley, capering up to
Green, the carpenter’s mate, and throwing a mass of
snow in his face. The frost rendered ‘it impossible to
form the snow into balls, but the men made up for
this by throwing it about each other’s eyes and ears
in handfuls. ye

“What d’ye mean by insultin’ my mate ?—take
that!” said Peter Grim, giving the Irishman a twirl
that tumbled him on the deck, fy .

“Oh, bad manners to ye!” spluttered O’Riley, as he
rose and ran away; “why don’t ye hit a man o’ yer
own size ?.”

“Deed. then, it must be because there’s not one 0’
my own size to hit,” remarked the carpenter with a
broad grin.

This was true. Grim’s colossal proportions were
increased so much by his hairy dress that he seemed to