Under the Awning

We eat our "mish-mish" with delight, and sip our coffee with a relish ; and, while the crew tug and strain to get us over some ugly sand-bar, their ever recurring song of "Al-lah-ha-le-sah!" is sweet music in our ears, and the crack of the rifle from the quarter-deck only startles, but does not break, our golden reveries.