Every Sabbath morning a sheep, the finest and fattest of the flock, was missing from the pens.

Portions of the animal, however, would appear a few hours afterwards in the shape of a luscious sea-pie for the sailors, and in various inviting shapes during the following week to the inmates of the cabin.

This loss of property was recorded by Mr.Thompson in the ship's log-book, with his accustomed accuracy, and with Spartan brevity.

The language he invariably used was, "A sheep died this day." Among the crew of the Dolphin were two weather-beaten tars, who were as careless of their costumes as of their characters.

They recked little how ridiculously they looked, excepting in one respect.