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shore, and Jock was summoned for final instructions, 

 but the deck hands stated that he was not on board, 

 but fisting off the end of the dock. A stentorian shout 

 summoned the truant. With line in hand and a string 

 of flounders he made his appearance. "How darst 

 you gang ashore wi'out my permission. You're mair 

 bother than the whole ship's company, you de'il's 

 buckey you. Yinst we get hame, your mither maun 

 keep you to hersel, for though she be my ain sister, 

 I'll no be longer fashed wi' the likes o' you. Now 

 listen to me : hae dinner sharp at twa ; see that the 

 cook dun'na boil the haggis ower muckle, and set twa 

 places. You'll tak your dinner wi' me, sir ; I ha got a 

 real Scotch haggis, and the likes you maybe nare tasted 

 afore. I'll fcak no refusal, mon, unless you're promised 

 to a friend." With pleasure I accepted the invitation, 

 and, much pleased with both captain and schooner, 

 returned to the hotel to pack my traps and make final 

 arrangements before sailing. Sharp at two I was 

 again on board, and the agreeable odour which per- 

 vaded the craft, if it rose from the haggis, was a 

 guarantee of future excellence. The captain welcomed 

 me with great warmth, and expressed hopes that we 

 should have a rapid and pleasant passage, but at the 

 same time informed me that there was no more kittlish 

 navigation in the world, excepting it be on his own 



