THE LAND OP THE DANCING CRANE. 



" What you young gernnien 

 per ? " asked Paublo, the cook, 



like fo' 

 the 



as 



sup- 

 boys 



Paublo. 



passed the galley. " Grunt, 

 hogfish, grouper, snapper, 

 conch, green turtle ? " 



" I'll take kingfish," 

 said Dick. 



" So will I," said Tom. 



"' Dat's always de way," rejoined Paublo ; 

 " de only fish I ain't got. But I kin cotch one ; 

 dish yer's a great place fo' kingfish," added the 

 obliging cook, taking out a stout line from a 

 locker and fastening a bright silvery sardine 

 to the hook ; " an' if one of you young gem- 

 men will hold cle line I'll git de fryin'-pan 

 scotched." 



" I'll hold it," said Harry, taking the line 

 from the jolly Paublo, who went off to the gal- 

 ley, singing softly : 



" Ham fat, ham fat, 



Frying in de pan, 

 Ham fat, ham fat, 



Cotch him if yon can. 

 Oh ! git you in de kitchen 



As quick as ebber can, 



