The things we do!

The Colonel smiled as he saw them fall. 'I'm an old sailor,' says he to a
gentleman on board. 'I was coming home, sir, and we had plenty of rough
weather on the voyage, I never thought of being unwell. My boy here, who
made the voyage twelve years ago last May, may have lost his sea-legs;
but for me, sir--' Here a great wave dashed over the three of us; and
would you believe it? in five minutes after, the dear old governor was as
ill as all the rest of the passengers. When we arrived, we went through a
line of ropes to the custom-house, with a crowd of snobs jeering at us on
each side; and then were carried off by a bawling commissioner to an
hotel, where the Colonel, who speaks French beautifully, you know, told
the waiter to get us a petit dejeuner soigne; on which the fellow,
grinning, said, a 'nice fried sole, sir,--nice mutton-chop, sir,' in
regular Temple Bar English; and brought us Harvey sauce with the chops,
and the last Bell's Life to amuse us after our luncheon.


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