"the smudge! the smfdge!" 39 



meut had overtakeu liim and weighed him down with grief 

 which should not be disturbed by sordid cares — and duns. 



So came the mosquito, — the <imnt courier followed b}' a 

 host like Xerxes's army— that is, perhaps — how could one 

 tell, in the dark! The single note swelled to an orchestral 

 performance. Slap! slap! 



"By Jingo!" 



''Ugh!" 



"Horace! George ! Up with^^ou! — 3'ou careless fellows," 

 sang out the Captain; " you forgot the smudge! " 



' ' For Hea V en's sake ! the smudge !" groaned the Neophj^te. 

 "The smudge! the smudge! or we die!" fairly yelled the 

 Professor. 



Andeight men sat bolt upright in the darkness, thoroughly 

 wakened by this terror of the night — the gentle-winged, 

 sharp-tongued mosquito. 



At last, — the smudge aiding — our senses succumbed, and 

 eight men slept. 



