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“As soon as we had got our boxes aboard, four fresh men put out in the boat, an’ after a while they come back with another load. An’ I was mighty keerful to read the names on all the boxes. Some was meat-pies, an’ some was salmon, an’ some was potted herrin’s, an’ some was lobsters. But nary a thing could I see that ever had growed on a tree.

“Well, sir, there was three loads brought in altogether, an’ the Christmas dinner we had on the for’ard deck of that steamer’s hull was about the jolliest one that was ever seen of a hot day aboard of a wreck in the Pacific Ocean. The cap’n kept good order, an’ when all was ready the tops was jerked off the boxes, and each man grabbed a can an’ opened it with his knife. When he had cleaned it out, he tuk another without doin’ much questionin’ as to the bill of fare. Whether anybody got pidjin-pie ‘cept Andy, I can’t say, but the way we piled in Delmoniker prog would ‘a’ made people open their eyes as was eatin’ their Christmas dinners on shore that day. Some of the things would ‘a’ been better cooked a little more, or het up, but we was too fearful hungry to wait fur that, an’ they was tiptop as they was.

“The cap’n went out afterwards, an’ towed in a couple of bar’ls of flour that was only part soaked through, an’ he got some other plain prog that would do fur future use. But none of us give our minds to stuff like this arter the glorious Christmas dinner that we’d quarried out of the Mary Auguster. Every man that wasn’t on duty went below and turned in fur a snooze– all ‘cept me, an’ I didn’t feel just altogether satisfied. To be sure, I’d had an A1 dinner, an’, though a little mixed, I’d never eat a jollier one on any Christmas that I kin look back at. But, fur all that, there was a hanker inside o’ me. I hadn’t got all I’d laid out to git when we teched off the Mary Auguster. The day was blazin’ hot, an’ a lot of the things I’d eat was pretty peppery. ‘Now,’ thinks I, ‘if there had been just one can o’ peaches sech as I seen shinin’ in the stars last night!’An’ just then, as I was walkin’ aft, all by myself, I seed lodged on the stump of the mizzenmast a box with one corner druv down among the splinters. It was half split open, an’ I could see the tin cans shinin’ through the crack. I give one jump at it, an’ wrenched the side off. On the top of the first can I seed was a picture of a big white peach with green leaves. That box had been blowed up so high that if it had come down anywhere ‘cept among them splinters it would ‘a’ smashed itself to flinders, or killed somebody. So fur as I know, it was the only thing that fell nigh us, an’ by George, sir, I got it!When I had finished a can of ’em I hunted up Andy, an’ then we went aft an’ eat some more. ‘Well,’ says Andy, as we was a-eatin’, ‘how d’ye feel now about blowin’ up your wife, an’ your house, an’ that little schooner you was goin’ to own?’

“‘Andy,’ says I, ‘this is the joyfulest Christmas I’ve had yit, an’ if I was to live till twenty hundred I don’t b’lieve I’d have no joyfuler, with things comin’ in so pat; so don’t you throw no shadders.’