Occasionally, the sailors, to show the extent of their regard, amused themselves by pouring a drop of grog down her throat.

I never saw her fairly drunk, however, but twice; upon which occasions, as was to be expected, she acted pretty much like a human being in the same hoggish predicament.

Whether it was owing to this high feeding, or to the constant scrubbing which her hide received from sand, brushes, and holystones, I know not, but she certainly grew and flourished at a most astonishing rate, and every day waxed more and more impudent and importunate at the dinner-hour.

I saw a good deal of this familiarity going on, but had no idea of the estimation Jean was held in, till one day, when we were about half-way across the China Sea, and all our stock of sheep, fowls, and ducks, was expended, I said to the steward, "You had better kill the pig, which, if properly managed, will last till we reach Macao." The servant stood for some time fumbling with his hair, and shuffling with his feet, muttering something to himself.
"Don't you hear ?" I asked.

"Kill the pig; and let us have the fry to-day; the head with plenty of port wine, as mock-turtle soup, to-morrow; and get one of the legs roasted for dinner on Saturday." Off he went; but in half-an-hour returned, on some pretence or other, when he took occasion to ask,-- "Did you say Jean was to be killed, sir ?" "Jean! Who is Jean ?--Oh, now I remember; the pig.