The prospect of soon getting on shore caused much excitement in the cabin, after supper, and considerable conviviality.
After partaking of several glasses of wine, the Professor turned to Toney and Tom, and gravely remarked,—
"We are informed, by the highest authority on the subject, that there is a very great difference between ebrius and ebriolus. It is not becoming in one of the Funny Philosophers to be anything more than ebriolus. Let us leave these devotees of Bacchus to their orgies in honor of the god of the grape, and go upon deck."
"Come!" said Toney. "I have no wish to carry a headache on shore with me to-morrow."
"Nor I," said Tom, ascending the companion-ladder.
They walked forward until they came to the cook's galley, when the Professor stopped suddenly and exclaimed, pointing to a hog which had been butchered and hung up with its head downward,—
"Here has been a bloody deed!"
"Not a homicide?" said Toney.
"No; a suicide," said Tom.