The midshipman introduced me very politely:--"Mr Jenkins--Mr Simple, midshipman,--Mr Simple, Mr Jenkins, captain of the main-top.

Mr Jenkins, Mr Simple has come up with an order for a cocked hat." The captain of the top replied that he was very sorry that he had not one in store, but the last had been served out to the captain's monkey.

This was very provoking.

The captain of the top then asked me if I was ready with my _footing_.
I replied, "Not very, for I had lost it two or three times when coming up." He laughed and replied, that I should lose it altogether before I went down; and that I must _hand_ it out.

"_Hand_ out my _footing_!" said I, puzzled, and appealing to the midshipman; "what does he mean ?" "He means that you must fork out a seven-shilling bit." I was just as wise as ever, and stared very much; when Mr Jenkins desired the other men to get half a dozen _foxes_ and make a _spread eagle_ of me, unless he had his parkisite.