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poises, as it kept with easy fin, alongside of our 
ocean greyhound, with pleasure unalloyed by 
any feeling of non-utility. But now these «“ hogs 
of the sea” reminded me of my Chester Whites, 
and the comparison was so much in favor of the 
hogs of the land, that I turned from these spec- 
tacular, useless things, to meditate upon the price 
of pork. Even Mother Carey’s chickens gave me 
no pleasure, for they reminded me of a far better 
brood at home, and I cheerfully thanked the 
noble Wyandottes who were working every third 
day so that I could have a trip to Europe. To 
be sure, I had European trips before I had Wy- © 4 
andottes; to have them both the same year was 
the marvel. 
Before we reached Queenstown, Jarvis had 
gained some ground by twice picking me out of 
the scuppers; but as I resented his steadiness of 
foot and strength of hand, it was not worth men- 
tioning. I could see, however, that these feats 
were great in Jane’s eyes. The double rescue of 
a beloved parent, from, not exactly a watery 
grave, but a damp scupper, would never be for- 
gotten. The giant let her adore his manly strength 
and beauty, and I could only secretly hope that 
some wave —tidal if necessary— would take 
him off his feet and send him into the scuppers. 
But he had played football too long to be upset — 
by a watery wave,and I was balked of my revenge. 
Jack and Jessie were rather a pleasure to me 1 
than otherwise. They settled right down to the 
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