Then there was Mac, the chief, a stunted, sandy little man, covered with freckles, and tattooed with various marine designs. He loved his engine better than himself, and in his sorrow at its break-up, he was driven to the bottle, and when last seen--after asking "ever' one" to take a drink--was wandering off, his arms around two Filipino sailors. Coming to life a few days later, "Mac ain't sayin' much," he said, "but Mac, 'e knows." Yielding to our persuasion, he wrote down a song "what 'e 'ad learned once at a sailors' boardin' 'ouse in Frisco." It was called "The Lodger," and he rendered it thus, in a deep-sea voice: "The other night I chanced to meet a charmer of a girl, An', nothin' else to do, I saw 'er 'ome; We 'ad a little bottle of the very finest brand, An' drank each other's 'ealth in crystal foam. I lent the dear a sover'ign; she thanked me for the same An' laid 'er golden 'ead upon me breast; But soon I finds myself thrown out the passage like shot,-- A six-foot man confronts me, an' 'e says: Chorus-- I'm sorry to disturb you, but the lodger 'as come," etc. The feature of the song, however, was Mac's leer, which, in a public hall, would have brought down the house, and which I feel unable to describe. The mate, aroused by the example of the chief, rendered a "Tops'l halliard shanty," "Blow, Bullies, Blow." It was almost as though a character had stepped from _Pinafore_, when the athletic, gallant little mate, giving a hitch to his trousers, thus began: "Strike up a light there, Bullies; who's the last man sober?" Song. "O, a Yankee ship came down the river-- Blow, Bullies, blow! Her sails were silk and her yards were silver-- Blow, my Bully boys, blow! Now, who do you think was the cap'n of 'er? Blow, Bullies, blow! Old Black Ben, the down-east bucko-- Blow, my Bully boys, How!" "'Ere is a shanty what the packeteers sings when, with 'full an' plenty,' we are 'omeward bound. It is a 'windlass shanty,' an' we sings it to the music of the winch. The order comes 'hup anchors,' and the A one packeteer starts hup: "'We're hom'ard bound; we're bound away; Good-bye, fare y' well. We're home'ard bound; we leave to-day; Hooray, my boys! we're home'ard bound. We're home'ard bound from Liverpool town; Hooray, my boys, hooray! A bully ship and a bully crew; Good-bye, fare y' well. A bucko mate an' a skipper too; Hooray, my boys, we're home'ard bound!'"