"Then you had a scuffle together, I suppose," interposed Captain Miles, interrupting Cuffee's further harangue at this point. "Well, well, as far as I can see you were both in the wrong. Jake, you had no business to enter the cook's galley without his leave, or touch anything there, for remember he's as much captain of the caboose as I am on the poop." "Golly, Mass' Cap'en, me no go dere afore widout Cuffee ax me," put in Jake as Captain Miles made a pause in his lecture. "Well, don't you do it again," continued the captain. "And as for you, Cuffee, I'd advise you not to be so handy with your soup-ladle again in striking your brother darkey, before ascertaining what he wants when he comes to your galley, and who sent him. There, my fighting cocks, you'd better shake hands now and make friends, as the row's all over!" This the two at once did, with much grinning and showing of their ivory teeth; and they then went away forwards again together on the most amicable terms, albeit arguing good-humouredly as to which of them had got the best of the fray. Jake believed that he had come off with flying colours, while Cuffee persisted that he was the conqueror, the upshot of the matter being that Jackson, to whom they referred the knotty question, decided that it was "six for one and half a dozen for the other." With this Solomon-like settlement of the difficulty both were quite satisfied and were sworn chums ever after. I, indeed, was the only loser by the little difference between the two, having to go without my coffee until the proper breakfast hour, "eight bells," when, possibly, I enjoyed my meal all the more from not getting anything before. Towards mid-day, we had sunk the land entirely to the westwards, the ship being then on the wide-spreading ocean, with not a thing in sight but water--"water everywhere!" In front, in rear, to right, to left, all around was one expanse of blue, like a rolling valley, as far as the eye could reach, while the sky above was cloudless and the wind blowing steadily, a little to the southward of east, right on our starboard beam as we steered north- eastwards. We were not altogether alone, however, for the ubiquitous flying-fish were springing up every now and then from the azure deep, taking short flights from one wave crest to another, or else entangling themselves in the rigging of the ship, and then falling a gasping prey on the deck for Cuffee bye and bye to operate upon in his galley, whence they would emerge again fried into a savoury dish for the cabin table at dinner- time.