The new game's as safe as running a Vienna Bakery.

We just put this Farallone before the wind, and run till we're well to looard of our port of departure and reasonably well up with some other place, where they have an American Consul.

Down goes the Farallone, and good-bye to her! A day or so in the boat; the consul packs us home, at Uncle Sam's expense, to 'Frisco; and if that merchant don't put the dollars down, you come to me!' 'But I thought,' began Herrick; and then broke out; 'oh, let's get on to Peru!' 'Well, if you're going to Peru for your health, I won't say no!' replied the captain.

'But for what other blame' shadow of a reason you should want to go there, gets me clear.

We don't want to go there with this cargo; I don't know as old bottles is a lively article anywheres; leastways, I'll go my bottom cent, it ain't Peru.