What happened to Curry and Rice.

The whole affair is shrouded in doubt,

For the night was dark and the flare went out,

And all we heard was a startled shout,

Though I think meself, in the subsequent rout,

That us bein' thin, an' him bein' stout,

In the middle of pushin' an' shovin' about,

He—MUST HAVE FELL OFF THE ICE.'

MUST HAVE FELL OFF THE ICE

[Pg 22]

'That won't do, you know,' began the Puddin', but Sam said hurriedly, 'It was very dark, and there's no sayin' at this date what happened.'

'Yes there is,' said the Puddin', 'for I had my eye on the whole affair, and it's my belief that if he hadn't been so round you'd have never rolled him off the iceberg, for you was both singin' out "Yo heave Ho" for half an hour, an' him trying to hold on to Bill's beard.'

'In the haste of the moment,' said Bill, 'he may have got a bit of a shove, for the ice bein' slippy, and us bein' justly enraged, and him bein' as round as a barrel, he may, as I said, have been too fat to save himself from rollin' off the iceberg. The point, however, is immaterial to our story, which concerns this Puddin'; and this Puddin',' said Bill patting him on the basin, 'was the very Puddin' that Curry and Rice invented on the iceberg.'

'He must have been a very clever cook,' said Bunyip.

'He was, poor feller, he was,' said Bill, greatly affected. 'For plum duff or Irish stoo there wasn't his equal in the land. But enough of these sad subjects. Pausin' only to explain that me an' Sam got off the[Pg 23] iceberg on a homeward bound chicken coop, landed on Tierra del Fuego, 

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