''E's no good.' 'Well,' said the musician deliberately, 'one can't most generally always tell.

I'll try it on, I guess.

Music has charms to soothe the savage Tapena, boys.

We might strike it rich; it might amount to iced punch in the cabin.' 'Hiced punch?
O my!' said the clerk.

'Give him something 'ot, captain.
"Way down the Swannee River"; try that.' 'No, sir! Looks Scotch,' said the captain; and he struck, for his life, into 'Auld Lang Syne.' Captain Tom continued to approach with the same business-like alacrity; no change was to be perceived in his bearded face as he came swinging up the plank: he did not even turn his eyes on the performer.
'We twa hae paidled in the burn Frae morning tide till dine,' went the song.
Captain Tom had a parcel under his arm, which he laid on the house roof, and then turning suddenly to the strangers: 'Here, you!' he bellowed, 'be off out of that!' The clerk and Herrick stood not on the order of their going, but fled incontinently by the plank.