CHAPTER XV.

_1st Lord_.--“Throca movonsas, cargo, cargo, cargo.” _All_.--“Cargo, cargo, villianda par corbo, cargo.” _Par_.--“O! ransome, ransome:--Do not hide mine eyes” _1st Sold_.--“Boskos Thromuldo boskos.” _Par_.--“I know you are the Muskos' regiment, And I shall lose my life for want of language.--” _All's Well That Ends Well._

The Crisis was tacked, as soon as the body of Smudge was cut down, and she moved slowly, her crew maintaining a melancholy silence, out of the little haven. I never witnessed stronger evidence of sadness in the evolutions of a vessel; the slow and stately departure resembling that of mourners leaving the grave on which they had just heard the fall of the clod. Marble told me afterwards, he had been disposed to anchor, and remain until the body of poor Captain Williams should rise, as it probably would within the next forty-eight hours; but the dread of a necessity of sacrificing more of the natives, induced him to quit the fatal spot, without paying the last duties to our worthy old commander. I always regretted we did not remain, for I think no I