Chapter 93 CHAPTER XLVIII.

ALL ALIVE AGAIN.

"Among ourselves, in peace, 'tis true,

We quarrel, make a rout;

And having nothing else to do,

We fairly scold it out;

But once the enemy in view,

Shake hands, we soon are friends;

On the deck,

Till a wreck,

Each common cause defends."

Down in the steerage, where a bare cherry table stood, and upright