Captain (gruffly): "Yes."
Officer: "Best remedy for the cholera known. The only one the
doctors can depend upon."
Captain (taking the hint): "Gentlemen, I'll send you up a dozen
bottles this afternoon."
Officer: "Oh, thank you. We are sure to get it genuine from you.
Any Edinburgh ale in your freight?"
Captain (with a slight shrug): "A few hundreds in cases. I'll send
you a dozen with the brandy."
Both: "Capital!"
First officer: "Any short, large-bowled, Scotch pipes, with metallic
lids?"
Captain (quite impatiently): "Yes, yes; I'll send you some to smoke,
with the brandy. What else?"
Officer: "We will now proceed to business."
My readers would have laughed, as I did, could they have seen how
doggedly the old man shook his fist after these worthies as they
left the vessel. "Scoundrels!" he muttered to himself; and then
turning to me, "They rob us in this barefaced manner, and we dare
not resist or complain, for fear of the trouble they can put us to.
If I had those villains at sea, I'd give them a taste of brandy and
ale that they would not relish."
The day wore away, and the lengthened shadows of the mountains fell
upon the waters, when the Horsley Hill, a large three-masted vessel
from Waterford, that we had left at the quarantine station, cast
anchor a little above us. She was quickly boarded by the
health-officers, and ordered round to take up her station below the
castle.
