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' swales.' ' Och, mi bhoys/ he says, * the swales is just all 
round us, an' thur's wan to windward about a mile an' 
a half away, an' thur's another away down to leeward. 
Pull away, mi lads. Shure, an' the old has his 
eye on ye; three more strokes and she's there. An' jist 
bae so kind as to put her up another point, Mr. 
Campbell, and kape her so.' And he takes his oar again, 
much to our relief, as it is only a four-oared boat, and 
when Bow gets up Three has more than his share of 
pulling. His remark to Campbell was pointed. Campbell 
rather prides himself on his steering, for which reason, I 
suppose, a report got up that he was one day found at 
the wheel with the Balaena three points off her course. 
We draw him on this and other subjects as he stands in the 
stern steering with the long steer-oar. To-day he waxed 
eloquent about our Christmas dinner, and had an ap- 
preciative audience. Campbell, notwithstanding his name, 
is a thorough Englishman as regards food, and the Christ- 
mas dinner was really a painful memory to him. 'Call 
that duff,' he said, almost with tears, e woi, that wurn't no 
duff. Oi 've bin at sea for a lorng wile, and I never saw duff 
like that before. Plum duff, they calls it ! 'Oo ever 'eard 
o' plum duff made with currints ! Woi, the currints war 
as separate as King's Crorse and St. Pancras. Oi Ve been 
in many a 'ungry ship in mi toime, but s' help me bob, oi 
never was on a ship w'ere ye didn't 'ave yer grog on a 
Christmas daiy/ 
We all jumped on to the snow when we reached 
the ice-piece where the seal was lying absorbing the 
sun, and Bonnar slowly laboured through the snow, 
