Archie put all his dishes into it, with the exception of the mess-kettle and two plates, which, according to Simpson's directions, he took back to the store-room, to put his rations in.

The steward then gave him a large piece of salt beef, some coffee, sugar, butter, and sea-biscuit.
"Is this all we have to eat ?" inquired Archie, as he picked up his rations and followed Simpson back to his mess-chest.
"All!" repeated Simpson; "yes, my hearty, and you may thank your lucky stars that you have got even this.

You'll have to live on worse grub nor this afore your year is out.

But I see you don't like the berth of cook, so I'll take it off your hands.

Give me the key of the chist." Archie accordingly handed it over, and then went in search of his cousin, whom he found perched upon a coil of rope, engaged in writing a letter.
"Well," exclaimed the latter, as Archie came up, "how do you get along ?" "I don't get along at all," said Archie; "I tell you, we've got ourselves in a fix.