was there ever such unconsciousness? he did not seem to think that he at all deserved a medal from the humane and magnanimous societies. he only asked for water—fresh water—something to wipe the brine off; that done, he put on dry clothes, lighted his pipe, and leaning against the bulwarks, and mildly eyeing those around him, seemed to be saying to himself—"it’s a mutual, joint-stock world, in all meridians. we cannibals must help these christians."