Then a smile and look of intense delight overspread his face, except, indeed, the mouth, which, being firmly fixed to the hole in the nut, could not take part in the expression; but he endeavoured to make up for this by winking at us excessively with his right eye.

At length he stopped, and, drawing a long breath, exclaimed-- "Nectar! perfect nectar! I say, Jack, you're a Briton--the best fellow I ever met in my life.

Only taste that!" said he, turning to me and holding the nut to my mouth.

I immediately drank, and certainly I was much surprised at the delightful liquid that flowed copiously down my throat.

It was extremely cool, and had a sweet taste, mingled with acid; in fact, it was the likest thing to lemonade I ever tasted, and was most grateful and refreshing.