The other men were so pleased at the fancy, that they spat twice as much as before, for the pleasure of making him run about.

Mr Chucks, the boatswain, called it "the first lieutenant's _perambulating_ spitting-pan." He observed to me one day, "that really Mr Falcon was such an _epicure_ about his decks, that he was afraid to pudding an anchor on the forecastle." I was much amused one morning watch that I kept.

We were stowing the hammocks in the quarter-deck nettings, when one of the boys came up with his hammock on his shoulder, and as he passed the first lieutenant, the latter perceived that he had a quid of tobacco in his cheek.

"What have you got there, my good lad--a gum-boil ?--your cheek is very much swelled." "No, sir," replied the boy, "there's nothing at all the matter." "O there must be; it is a bad tooth, then.

Open your mouth, and let me see." Very reluctantly the boy opened his mouth, and discovered a large roll of tobacco-leaf.