"We are informed, by the highest authority on the subject, that there is a very great difference between _ebrius_ and _ebriolus_. It is not becoming in one of the Funny Philosophers to be anything more than _ebriolus_. Let us leave these devotees of Bacchus to their orgies in honor of the god of the grape, and go upon deck."
"Come!" said Toney. "I have no wish to carry a headache on shore with me to-morrow."
"Nor I," said Tom, ascending the companion-ladder.
They walked forward until they came to the cook's galley, when the Professor stopped suddenly and exclaimed, pointing to a hog which had been butchered and hung up with its head downward,--
"Let your puns be in plain English," said the Professor.
"Latin puns are too obscure," said Toney.
"Mr. Seddon must atone for this offense by doing penance," said the Professor.
"You must immediately climb into the rigging and run a rope around the foretop-gallant yard," said the Professor.
"To suspend this deceased porker from the masthead," said the Professor.
"Fun is the true philosophy of life," said the Professor.
Tom did as directed, and in a few moments the porker rapidly ascended and was lashed to the masthead. The Professor then walked to the bow, where was seated Old Nick, telling a wonderful yarn to Tim, who was smoking his pipe.
"On the Gold Coast six months. The niggers brought us gold-dust in quills. One day their duke died."
"Have the negroes dukes among them?" asked Toney.
"Their head-man. They put all his wives and slaves in a pen."
"To knock them on the head and bury them with the duke. Never heard such howling. One nigger jumped over the pen, ran down to the shore, and swam to the ship. They came around in canoes after him. Captain told me to throw him overboard. Had to obey orders. They took him ashore and knocked him on the head with clubs. Next night I was on the beach. Something jumped right up before me and grinned in my face. Looked like the big nigger I had pitched overboard."
"I thought they had knocked him on the head," said Toney.
"His ghost. It gave a whoop and jumped clean over my head, and then jumped back again."
"Kept jumping back and forth over my head, whooping and grinning. I got mad, and struck at it with a stick. Jerked stick from my hand and beat me over the back with it. I grabbed at the tarnal ghost, and if I could have got a grip on it I'd downed it. Couldn't hold it; got scared."