uese, whom we did not tackle to much, the ladies all wearing long
cloaks with cowl-like hoods, the same as monks, which prevented us from
seeing their faces, I can't say we enjoyed our visit to the town as
greatly as we thought we would when we put off from the ship.

We obtained one acquisition here to our company however, which pleased
all hands.

This was a little black wiry monkey that originally came from the
Spanish Main, I believe, being landed at Ponta Delgado by some passing
ship; and which Doctor Mopson brought on board, from "motives of
humanity," as he said, having seen its Portugee owner ill-treating it,
and, besides, on account of his being "long desirous of dissecting this
specimen of the simian family," as I heard him tell that brute
Lieutenant Robinson, who I saw enjoyed the prospect of seeing the poor
little thing cut up.

The doctor, though, had only spoken in joke, he being a most good-
hearted chap who would not have hurt a fly, except inadvertently, should
he happen to have to treat the animal professionally; so, instead of
being dissected, `Jocko,' as he was christened, was made free of the
ship, and presently became a prime favourite with all on board.

He was certainly a clever little chap, performing all sorts of tricks,
and being up to all sorts of mischief.

"Begorrah," as Mick said, "he can do ivv'rythin' save spake; an' thet
the artful joker won't do, faith, bekase he thinks, sure, we'll make him
wurrk!"

One day on our passage home to England, `Jocko' got into as great
disgrace as I did that time when I was `caught in the act,' smoking, on
board the _Saint Vincent_.

Master monkey, if you please, managed to get into the chaplain's cabin
through the scuttle, the door being locked on purpose to prevent his
intrusion.

It was on a Saturday when this occurred, a day the Reverend Mr Tibbits
devoted to composing his usual Sunday sermon, which lay on his desk
neatly written out on the usual official foolscap; the worthy gentleman
having just completed his task of attending to our spiritual needs on
the morrow, and being then engaged in recruiting his own inner man,
after his arduous labours, with lunch in the wardroom mess.

Hence, the chaplain's temporal necessity was Jocko's opportunity.

Seeing the fine field open for the exercise of his ingenious
imagination, Jocko set to work as speedily as possible, to see what
havoc he could make in the short time the sagacious animal knew he h