LIFE ON THE MISSISSIPPI.

are you going to sleep over it! 'Vast heaving. 'Vast heaving, I tell
you I Going to heave it clear astern ? WHERE }re you going with
that barrel! for'ard with it Tore I mate you swallow it, you dash-
daisk-daslL-dashed split between a tired mud-turtle and a crippled
hearse-horse !'

1 wished I could talk like that.

"When the soreness of my adven-
ture with the mate had somewhat

SUBLIME IN PROFANITY.

worn off, I began timidly to make up to the humblest official connected
with the boat—the night watchman. He snubbed my advances at
first, but I presently ventured to offer him a new chalk pipe, and that
softened him. So he allowed me to sit with him by the big bell on
the hurricane deck, and in time he melted into conversation. He