Professor Menu 189

“What are you doing here?” said the
doctor. “Your place is in the kitchen
garden—you know that.”

“They won't have me in the kitchen
garden—they say I’m running to seed,”
replied the man, with a cowed look.

“Tf you don’t go, I'll have you boiled!”
said the doctor threateningly.

Chained to the mast were a flock of sheep ;
and I noticed that when the man put his
head above the top of the companion-ladder
they all stretched their necks at him, baaing
eagerly.

Presently there was a great outcry; and
the strange man ran up the ladder, followed
by the Captain, who was roaring angrily.
The Captain’s language was dreadful—he
hardly said a single sentence without a whole
string of expressions such as “Dear me!”
‘Bless my whiskers!” “ Lork-a-mussy !” and
similar dreadful phrases. He tore off great
pieces of the strange man’s clothing, and
rolled them up tightly into a ball, which he
put in his mouth and chewed. In the
scuffle, the strange-looking man fell among