-and--so am I."

"The major is alive," went round the table; "let us drink his health in
bumpers."

The major returned thanks, and volunteered a song. I begged it, and the
reader may sing it as he pleases, though I shall please myself by
recording how the major was pleased to have it sung.

"Gentlemen," said he, "you will do me the favour to fill a bumper of
lemonade, and when I cry chorus, chorus me standing, with the glasses in
your hands; and at the end of each chorus you will be pleased to
remember that the glass is to be drained. No heel-taps after, and no
daylight before. Now for it, my lads!" and with a voice that must have
startled the land crabs from their avocations, he roared out--

"Yellow Jack! Yellow Jack! hie thee hack! hie thee back!
To thy damp, drear abode in the jungle;
I'll be sober and staid,
And drink _lemonade_,
Try and catch me--you'll make a sad bungle,
Yellow Jack!

"But he came, the queer thief, and he seized my right-hand,
And I writh'd and I struggled, yet could not withstand
His hot, griping grasp, though I drank lemonade--
He grinn'd and he clutch'd me, though sober and staid."

_Chorus_ (with increasing loudness).

"Yellow Jack! Yellow Jack! hie thee back! hie thee back!
To thy damp, drear abode in the jungle;
We'll be sober and staid,
And we'll drink lemonade,
Try and catch us--you'll make a sad bungle,
Yellow Jack!" (tremendously).

"Bumpers of sangaree!" roared the major, and sang:

"Yellow Jack! Yellow Jack! hie thee back! hie thee back!
To thy pestilent swamp quickly hie thee;
For I'll drink _sangaree_,
Whilst my heart's full of glee,
In thy death-doing might I'll defy thee,
Yellow Jack!

"But the fiend persever'd and got hold of my side,
How I burn'd, and I froze, and all vainly I tried
To get rid of his grasp--though I drank sangaree,
No longer my bosom exulted with glee."

_Chorus_ (still more loudly).

"Yellow Jack! Yellow Jack! hie thee back! hie thee back
To thy pestilent swamp quickly hie thee;
For we'll drink sangaree,
Whilst our hearts throb with glee,
In thy death-doing might we defy thee,
Yellow Jack!"

After the sangaree, strong, and highly spiced, had been quaffed, the
excitement grew wilder, and the leader of our revels exclaimed, at the
top of his voice, "Wine, gentlemen, wine--brimmers!" and thus
continued--

"Yellow Jack! Yellow Jack! hie thee back! hie thee bac