"And you have lived in this world hard upon one hundred years, cooknd don't know yet how to cook a whale-steak?" rapidly bolting anotheouthful at the last word, so that morsel seemed a continuation of thuestion. "Where were you born, cook?"

"'Hind de hatchway, in ferry-boat, goin' ober de Roanoke."

"Born in a ferry-boat! That's queer, too. But I want to know whaountry you were born in, cook!"

"Didn't I say de Roanoke country?" he cried sharply.

"No, you didn't, cook; but I'll tell you what I'm coming to, cookou must go home and be born over again; you don't know how to cook hale-steak yet."

"Bress my soul, if I cook noder one," he growled, angrily, turning rouno depart.