When the Boat Started — 406
A certain green customer, who was a stranger to mirrors, and who stepped into the cabin of one of our ocean steamers, stopping in front of a large pier glass, which he took for a door, said—“I say, mister, when does this here boat start?” Getting no reply from the dumb reflection before him, he again repeated—“I say, mister, when does this here boat start?” Incensed at the still silent figure, he broke out—“You sassafras-coloured, shock-headed bull calf, you don’t look as if you knew much anyhow.”