They were a good-natured, jovial set of fellows, and the meal-hour passed away quickly and pleasantly.
Immediately after supper the corporal ordered all hands below to pump out the ship.

In a quarter of an hour this was accomplished, and as they were ascending to the boiler-deck.

Woods remarked: "I wish I was back in Wisconsin again for a little while." "Are you tired of the navy ?" inquired Frank.
"Oh, no!" answered Woods; "but I should like to see my friends again, and try my hand at quail-shooting." "Are you fond of hunting ?" "Yes, indeed; I spend all my spare time in the woods, when I am at home." This was the very man, of all others, that Frank would have chosen for a companion, and he informed Woods that he also was very fond of rural sports.

They seated themselves on the boiler door railing, and each related some of his hunting and fishing adventures, and, finally, Woods proposed that they should go over the river into Kentucky, on the following morning, on a squirrel hunt.

Frank, of course, readily agreed to this.