But Nabbum kept his mighty bones--
How they will stare to see 'em,
When Nabbum has them all set up
in Barnum's great Museum!

Nothing is dearly known, strange to say, as to what became of this
skeleton. In the Museum, at Philadelphia, there are some great bones,
which are usually supposed to be those of the Great Mastodon. It is
the opinion, however, of others, that they are none other than those
of the great Huggermugger--all that remains of the last of the giants.

NOTE:--I was told, several years hence, that Mr. Scrawler's narrative
of his adventures in Huggermugger's Island, was nearly completed, and
that he was only waiting for a publisher. As, however, nothing has as
yet been heard of his long expected book, I have taken the liberty to
print what I have written, from the story, as I heard it from Little
Jacket himself, who is now grown to be a man. I have been told that
Little Jacket, who is now called Mr. John Cable, has left the sea, and
is now somewhere out in the Western States, settled down as a farmer,
and has grown so large and fat, that he fears he must have eaten some
of those strange shell-fish, by which the Huggermugger race grew to be
so great. Other accounts, however, say that he is as fond of the sea
as ever, and has got to be the captain of a great ship; and that he
and Mr. Nabbum are still voyaging round the world, in hopes of finding
other Huggermuggers.