"Och! but ye're too fond o' me intirely, Doo lie down agin, and I'll sing ye a ditty?" True to his word, O'Riley sat down by the dog-kennel, and gave vent to a howl which his "owld grandmother," he said, "used to sing to the pig;" and whether it was the effects of this lullaby, or of the cold, it is impossible to say, but O'Riley at length succeeded in slipping away and regaining the ship, unobserved by his canine friends. Half-an-hour later he went on deck to take a mouthful of fresh air before supper, and on looking over the side he saw the whole pack of dogs lying in a circle close to the ship, with Dumps comfortably asleep in the middle, and using Poker's back for a pillow. "Faix, but ye must be fond of the cowld to lie there all night when ye've got a palace on Store Island." "Fond of society, rather," observed Captain Guy, who came on deck at the moment; "the poor creatures cannot bear to be left alone. It is a strange quality in dogs which I have often observed before." "Have ye, capting? Sure I thought it was all owin' to the bad manners o' that baste Dumps, which is for iver leadin' the other dogs into mischief." "Supper's ready, sir," said Mivins, coming up the hatchway, and touching his cap. "Look here, Mivins," said O'Riley, as the captain went below, "can you point out the mornin' star to me, lad?" "The morning star?" said Mivins slowly, as he thrust his hands into the breast of his jumper, and gazed upwards into the dark sky, where the starry host blazed in Arctic majesty. "No, _h_of course, I can't. Why, don't you know that there _h_ain't no _morning_ star when it's _night_ all round?" "Faix ye're right. I niver thought o' that." Mivins was evidently a little puffed up with a feeling of satisfaction at the clever way in which he had got out of the difficulty, without displaying his ignorance of astronomy, and was even venturing, in the pride of his heart, to make some speculative and startling assertions in regard to the "'eavenly bodies" generally, when Buzzby put his head up the hatchway. "Hallo! messmates, wot's ado now? Here's the supper awaitin', and the tea bilin' like blazes!"