o scale the
heights without more than ordinary fatigue. He had been so far
recruited as to have fixed for his expedition the day following that on
which he sustained his irreparable loss.

Entering his hut he proceeded to kindle a fire by means of a small
burning-glass, with which, in happier times, he had been wont to light
his pipe. Very soon he had several roots, resembling small potatoes,
baking in the hot ashes. With these, a handful of plums, a dozen of
oyster-like fish, of which there were plenty on the shore, and a draught
of clear cold water, he made a hearty repast, Cuffy coming in for a
large share of it, as a matter of course. Then he turned all his
pockets inside out, and examined them as carefully as if diamonds lurked
in the seams. No, not a speck of tobacco was to be found! He smelt
them. The odour was undoubtedly strong--very strong. On the strength
of it he shut his eyes, and endeavoured to think that he was smoking;
but it was a weak substitute for the pipe, and not at all satisfying.
Thereafter he sallied forth and wandered about the sea-shore in a
miserable condition, and went to bed that night--as he remarked to his
dog--in the blues.

Reader, it is not possible to give you an adequate conception of the
sensations and sufferings of John Jarwin on that first night of his
bereaved condition. He dreamed continuously of tobacco. Now he was
pacing the deck of his old ship with a splendid pipe of cut Cavendish
between his lips. Anon he was smoking a meerschaum the size of a
hogshead, with a stem equal to the length and thickness of the
main-topmast of a seventy-four; but somehow the meerschaum wouldn't
draw, whereupon John, in a passion, pronounced it worthy of its name,
and hove it overboard, when it was instantly transformed into a shark
with a cutty pipe in its mouth. To console himself our hero endeavoured
to thrust into his mouth a quid of negro-head, which, however, suddenly
grew as big as the cabin-skylight, and became as tough as gutta-percha,
so that it was utterly impossible to bite off a piece; and, stranger
still, when the poor sailor had by struggling got it in, it dwindled
down into a point so small that he could not feel it in his mouth at
all. On reaching this, the vanishing-point, Jarwin awoke to a
consciousness of the dread reality of his destitute condition. Turning
on his other side with a deep groan, he fell asleep again, to dream of
tobacco in some new and tantalisin