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pull and crack many cocoa-nuts, and had found various
excellent wild-fruits, so that his strength, as well as Cuffy's, had been
much restored. In fact, when Jarwin's head emerged from the brine,
after his tumble, he gave vent to a shout of laughter, and continued to
indulge in hilarious demonstrations all the time he was wringing the
water out of his garments, while the terrier barked wildly round him.
But suddenly, in the very midst of a laugh, he became grave and pale,--
so pale, that a more obtuse creature than Cuffy might have deemed him
ill. While his mouth and eyes slowly opened wider and wider, his hands
slapped his pockets, first his trousers, then his vest, then his coat, after
which they fell like pistol-shots on his thighs, and he exclaimed, in a
voice of horror--"Gone!"
Ay, there could be no doubt about it; every particle of his tobacco was
gone! It had never been much, only three or four plugs; but it was
strong, and he had calculated that, what with careful husbanding, and
mixing it with other herbs, it would last him for a considerable length
of time.
In a state bordering on frenzy, the sailor rushed back to the rock from
which he had fallen. The "baccy" was not there. He glanced right and
left--no sign of it floating on the sea. In he went, head foremost, like a
determined suicide; down, down to the bottom, for he was an expert
diver, and rioted among the coral groves, and horrified the fish, until he
well-nigh burst, and rose to the surface with a groan and splutter that
might have roused envy in a porpoise. Then down he went again, while
Cuffy stood on the shore regarding him with mute amazement.
Never did pearl-diver grope for the treasures of the deep with more
eager intensity than did John Jarwin search for that lost tobacco. He
remained under water until he became purple in the face, and, coming
to the surface after each dive, stayed only long enough to recharge his
lungs with air. How deeply he regretted at that time the fact that man's

life depended on so frequent and regular a supply of atmospheric air!
How enviously he glanced at the fish which, with open eyes and
mouths, appeared to regard him with inexpressible astonishment--as
well they might! At last Jarwin's powers of endurance began to give
way, and he was compelled to return to the shore, to the great relief of
Cuffy, which miserable dog, if it had possessed the smallest amount of
reasoning power, must have deemed its master hopelessly insane.
"But why so much ado about a piece of tobacco?" we hear some
lady-reader or non-smoker exclaim.
Just because our hero was, and had been since his childhood, an
inveterate smoker. Of course we cannot prove our opinion to be correct,
but we are inclined to believe that if all the smoke that had issued from
Jarwin's lips, from the period of his commencing down to that terrible
day when he lost his last plug, could have been collected in one vast
cloud, it would have been sufficient to have kept a factory chimney
going for a month or six weeks. The poor man knew his weakness. He
had several times tried to get rid of the habit which had enslaved him,
and, by failing, had come to know the tyrannical power of his master.
He had once been compelled by circumstances to forego his favourite
indulgence for three entire days, and retained so vivid a recollection of
his sufferings that he made up his mind never more to strive for
freedom, but to enjoy his pipe as long as he lived--to swim with the
current, in fact, and take it easy. It was of no use that several men, who
objected to smoking from principle, and had themselves gone through
the struggle and come off victorious, pointed out that if he went on at
his present rate, it would cut short his life. Jarwin didn't believe that.
He felt well and hearty, and said that he "was too tough, by a long way,
to be floored by baccy; besides, if his life was to be short, he saw no
reason why it should not be a pleasant one." It was vain for these
disagreeable men of principle to urge that when his health began to
give way he would not find life very pleasant, and then "baccy" would
fail to relieve him. Stuff and nonsense? Did not Jarwin know that
hundreds of thousands of old men enjoyed their pipes to the very last.
He also knew that a great many men had filled early graves owing to
the use of tobacco, but he chose to shut his eyes to this fact--moreover,

although a