THE old general was sitting all alone on the deck, and from thinking of his home and the children he was going back to, he gradually got to dreaming of them, and although he never acknowledged to sleeping in the daytime, he really was now enjoying a comfortable nap. The consequence was that he thus never saw peeping down from above an inquisitive face with a pair of black eyes, neither did he see a cautious descent of the rope, but he felt, and that so as to wake him with a start, a tug at his cap, which fell off, and with it came what he thought no one knew he wore, his wig. He was lame with the gout, couldn't rise from his chair, and so he had to watch the monkey's gambols with his property, which was half destroyed before the laughing sailors could restore it to him.
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