Our name, too, is Graham and not Grame, as you pronounce it." "'Pon me conshinsh, I axes y'r pardin, sorr.

Sure, an' I didn't mane no harrm," said my friend, apologising in the most handsome way for the unintentional insult; and, putting out a brawny hairy paw like that of Esau's, he gave a grip to my poor little mite of a hand that made each knuckle crack, as he introduced himself in rough and hearty sailor fashion.

"Me name's Tim Rooney, as I tould you afore, Misther Gray- ham--sure, an' it's fond I am ov bacon, avic, an' ham, too, by the same token! I'd have ye to know, as ye're a foorst-class apprentice--which kills me enthirely wid the laffin' sure!--that I'm the bosun av the Silver Quane; an' as we're agoin' to be shipmets togither, I hopes things'll be moighty plisint atwane us, sure." "I'm sure I hope so, too," I replied eagerly, thinking him an awfully jolly fellow, and very unlike the man I imagined him to be at first; and we then shook hands again to cement the compact of eternal friendship, although I took care this time that my demonstrative boatswain should not give me so forcible a squeeze with his huge fist as before, observing as I looked round the vessel and up at her towering masts overhead: "What a splendid ship!" "Aye, she's all that, ivery inch of her from truck to kelson," he answered equally enthusiastically; "an' so's our foorst mate, a sailor all over from the sole av his fut to the crown av his hid." "And the captain," I inquired, "what sort of a man is he ?" "Arrah, now you're axin' questions," he rejoined with a sly look from his roguish eyes.

"D'ye happen to know what's inside av an egg, now, whither it's a chicken, sure, or ownly the yoke an' white, till ye bhrake the shill ?" "No," said I laughing.

"But, we don't find chickens generally in our eggs at home." "Wait till ye thry one on shipboord," he retorted.