CHAPTER V. 



A NIGHT AMONGST THE SAND EELS. 



WAS dozing dreamily in my bed on 

 the morning after my return, from 

 congering. My thoughts wandered 

 to the song with the stunning chorus 

 of the preceding evening, then again they 

 would stray to old Captain Tar Bucket and 

 " Dumpling Bet ;" then I was hauling in a 

 conger of many tons weight ; when at last, as 

 sleep was about to take me once more in her 

 embrace, 



" Now, old Conger Eel !" shouted a voice in 

 my ear, " we shall be ready to start in an hour. 

 Have you forgot the pic-nic, the tea fight, 

 the dance, and the night amongst the sand 

 eels?" 



