Both the captain and myself were attired as usual; I a la Parisien and he a la Stunin'tun.

A small ship, very ingeniously made, and very accurately rigged, lay on the floor, with "Walrus" written on her stern.

As my bewildered eye caught a glimpse of this vessel, Noah informed me that, having nothing to do except to look after my welfare (a polite way of characterizing his ward over my person, as I afterward found), he had employed his leisure in constructing the toy.
All was inexplicable.

There was really the smell of meat.

I had also that peculiar sensation of fulness which is apt to succeed a dinner, and a dish well filled with bones was in plain view.