"Ah! that's better! Now I'll fill for you, mate: fair does, I says, fair does and no favour," and he filled accordingly.
"Mr.Meeson is dead," said Augusta, screwing up her courage to interrupt this orgie.
The two men stared at her in drunken surprise, which Johnnie broke.
"Now is he, Miss ?" he said, with a hiccough: "is he?
Well, a good job too, says I; a useless old landlubber he was.

I doubt he's off to a warmer place than this 'ere Kerguelen Land, and I drinks his health, which, by-the-way, I never had the occasion to do before.

Here's to the health of the departed," and he swallowed the shellfull of rum at a draught.
"Your sentiment I echoes," said Bill.

"Johnnie, the shell; give us the shell to drink the 'ealth of the dear departed." Then Augusta returned to her hut with a heavy heart.

She covered up the dead body as best she could, telling little Dick that Mr.Meeson was gone by-by, and then sat down in that chill and awful company.