And next they thought upon the master’s mate, As fattest; but he saved himself, because, Besides being much averse from such a fate, There were some other reasons: the first was, He had been rather indisposed of late; And that which chiefly proved his saving clause Was a small present made to him at Cadiz, By general subscription of the ladies. Of poor Pedrillo something still remain’d, But was used sparingly,—some were afraid, And others still their appetites constrain’d, Or but at times a little supper made; All except Juan, who throughout abstain’d, Chewing a piece of bamboo and some lead: At length they caught two boobies and a noddy, And then they left off eating the dead body. And if Pedrillo’s fate should shocking be, Remember Ugolino condescends To eat the head of his arch-enemy The moment after he politely ends His tale: if foes be food in hell, at sea ’Tis surely fair to dine upon our friends, When shipwreck’s short allowance grows too scanty, Without being much more horrible than Dante. And the same night there fell a shower of rain, For which their mouths gaped, like the cracks of earth When dried to summer dust; till taught by pain Men really know not what good water ’s worth; If you had been in Turkey or in Spain, Or with a famish’d boat’s-crew had your berth, Or in the desert heard the camel’s bell, You’d wish yourself where Truth is—in a well. It pour’d down torrents, but they were no richer Until they found a ragged piece of sheet, Which served them as a sort of spongy pitcher, And when they deem’d its moisture was complete They wrung it out, and though a thirsty ditcher Might not have thought the scanty draught so sweet As a full pot of porter, to their thinking They ne’er till now had known the joys of drinking. And their baked lips, with many a bloody crack, Suck’d in the moisture, which like nectar stream’d; Their throats were ovens, their swoln tongues were black, As the rich man’s in hell, who vainly scream’d To beg the beggar, who could not rain back A drop of dew, when every drop had seem’d To taste of heaven—If this be true, indeed Some Christians have a comfortable creed. There were two fathers in this ghastly crew, And with them their two sons, of whom the one Was more robust and hardy to the view, But he died early; and when he was gone, His nearest messmate told his sire, who threw One glance at him, and said, ‘Heaven’s will be done! I can do nothing,’ and he saw him thrown Into the deep without a tear or groan. The other father had a weaklier child, Of a soft cheek and aspect delicate; But the boy bore up long, and with a mild And patient spirit held aloof his fate; Little he said, and now and then he smiled, As if to win a part from off the weight He saw increasing on his father’s heart, With the deep deadly thought that they must part.