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BECALMED on the tropical sea, two vessels lay listlessly lulling their weary passengers to a noonday sleep--a sleep that had anything but a soothing effect on the slumberers who ever and anon, would start, and in their uneasy rest implore, Dives-like, for a drop of water to cool their parching tongue--a petition that would either never reach the steward, or else be answered with an aggrieved shake of the head.
'Can't do it--had your allowance;' and the steward gulps down a large cupful of cold tea which he has obtained by laying a toll on each cup of tea served at that morning's breakfast.