among malay pirates
Chapter I.

"I wish most heartily that something would happen," Harry Parkhurst, a midshipman of some sixteen years of age, said to his chum, Dick Balderson, as they leaned on the rail of her majesty‘s gunboat Serpent, and looked gloomily at the turbid stream that rolled past the ship as she lay at anchor.

"One day is just like another--one is in a state of perspiration from morning till night, and from night till morning. There seems to be always a mist upon the water； and if it were not that we get up steam every three or four days and run out for twenty-four hours for a breath of fresh air, I believe that we should be all eaten up with fever in no time. Of course, they are always talking. of Malay pirates up the river kicking up a row； but it never seems to come off."

"There is one thing, Harry--there is always something to look at, for there are canoes constantly going up and down, and there is plenty of variety among them--from the slu

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