128 THE LAST CKUISE OF THE MIRANDA. 



" Hark, hark ! the dogs do bark, 

 The wild men are coming to town 

 Some in rags, and some with jags, 

 And some with eider-down." 



For a few eider-down quilts had been saved from the spoils. 



The dinner at the Sydney Hotel was indeed "a, happy 

 time," as Captain Dixon remarks in his log. The two cap- 

 tains, Dixon and Farrell, were the heroes of the occasion ; 

 and the excellent repast, gotten up under the special super- 

 vision of the genial presiding genius of the hotel, Colonel 



SYDNEY HOTEL-MORNING AFTER THE DINNER. 



Granger, was to us, after our limited meals on the schooner, 

 a veritable feast of the gods. The dining-hall was draped 

 with American and English flags, and with the flags of the 

 Cleveland Yacht Club and of Harvard and Yale the ban- 



