Chapter 71
71. Port Wine. In ten minutes the masters slept; not so the servants ---hungry, and more thirsty than hungry. Blaisois and Musqueton set themselves to preparing their bed which consisted of a plank and a valise. On a hanging table, which swung to and fro with the rolling of the vessel, were a pot of beer and three glasses. "This cursed rolling!" said Blaisois. "I know it will serve me as it did when we came over." "And to think," said Musqueton, "that we have nothing to fight seasickness with but barley bread and hop beer. Pah!" "But where is your wicker flask, Monsieur Musqueton? Have you lost it?" asked Blaisois. "No," replied Musqueton, "Parry kept it. Those devilish Scotchmen are always thirsty. And you, Grimaud," he said to his companion, who had just come in after his round wit
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