The Rat Hunt

That evening, Mr Button feeling inclined for joviality, and not wishing the children to see him under the influence, rolled the barrel through the cocoa-nut grove to a little clearing by the edge of the water.

There, when the children were in bed and asleep, he repaired with some green cocoa-nuts and a shell. He was generally musical when amusing himself in this fashion, and Emmeline, waking up during the night, heard his voice borne through the moonlit cocoa-nut grove by the wind: "There were five or six old drunken sailors Standin' before the bar, And Larry, he was servin' them From a big five-gallon jar.

"Chorus.-Hoist up the flag, long may it wave!

Long may it lade us to glory or the grave.

Stidy, boys, stidy--sound the jubilee, For Babylon has fallen, and the slaves are all set free."

Next morning the musician awoke beside the cask. He had not a trace of a headache, or any bad feeling, but he made Dick do the cooking; and he lay in the shade of the cocoa-nut trees, with his head on a "pilla"

made out of an old coat rolled up, twiddling his thumbs, smoking his pipe, and discoursing about the "ould" days, half to himself and half to his companions.

That night he had another musical evening all to himself, and so it went on for a week. Then he began to lose his appetite and sleep; and one morning Dick found him sitting on the sand looking very queer indeed--as well he might, for he had been "seeing things" since dawn.