STILL UNDER CANVAS.
Hooghly; and I cannot say that either the river or its banks impressed me very favourably.
We were now in the month of December, which, being the coolest season of the year, is the favourite time of arrival for all sorts and conditions of ships ; and it was probably in consequence of this that no steam tug was at first available to tow us the remaining hundred miles. Very reluctantly, therefore, we had to let go the anchor only a short distance from the mouth of the river.
That night we were to have enjoyed the fancy dress ball for which so much preparation had been made, when an untoward accident put an end to all our merriment. A young middy, a promising lad and a great favourite on board, fell from the mizen-topa
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Such is fate! William III., whose diseased and emaciated form had survived the thickest of a dozen frays, dies through his horse stumblingon a mole-hill in his own park; a great African explorer is killed by the accidental explosion of his own gun ; so, too, our poor little middy, after having many a time helped furl a sail in mid-ocean, with the billows raging in their fury, and the lightning playing about the yards, must needs fall here, with the vessel riding at anchor in a very duck-pond ! He was probably a victim to sunstroke. Never shall I forget the thud that brought me up from below, caused by his head being shattered against the deck. One of the ship's boats conveyed his remains to a small European cemetery not far from the shore, where others of his countrymen had preceded himaa lonely spot, around which the jackal yelled and the tiger prowled.