Passenger.-After a storm comes a calm. cane. Passenger. Right up and down. - Mr. Adams.-The Olive has lost her way through the water. Passenger. She goes ahead like a bag of sand against tide. Mr. Adams.-Pull my dear Moll! Pull your fingers' ends into belaying pins. Passenger.-The wind is coming upon the quarter. Mr. Adams.-Forecastle there! Bring the foretack to the cat-head. brace forward the yards. and overhaul the foresheet. Aft some hands and Steward! Come up Steward.-I have got no sheet, Sir. It is not mine! I sleep between blankets. Mr. Adams. What are you about Potpan? Steward.-I am cleaning my boots, Sir. Mr. Adams.-D-n your boots! I would make a better pair out of the ship's pump-leather. Man at the Helm.-The glass is out! Mr. Adams.-Strike the bell four! Call the watch! Heave the log! On the 12th of September, the Captain having compared his dead-reckoning with mine (my reckoning will be thought dead enough, for I kept it with a piece of chalk over the bulkhead of the state-room) it was the opinion that we could not be many leagues from the Bristish coast, and the deep-sea-lead was in consequence ordered to be got ready. "The line is passed along! All ready with "the lead!--Put the helm down! Heave away! Watch there! Watch! Ground hoa! Seventy-five fathoms !" 66 66 Captain. Come aft and haul the line in! Mr. Adams.-You steward put both hands to the line. You eat, you villain, with both hands. Reel up there! Reel up! Steward.--If I had a hundred hands I would apply them every one, once more to gratify my eyes with the sight of my dear native soil. Little boy. The steward talks more than he pulls. The line slips through his hands. Steward. It is owing to my emotion on coming into soundings. Mr. Llewellyn.-You steward! See where you have left the plates! When we come to fill, the first roll the ship takes will send them all to leeward. Jump! you beggar-woman's baby, nine months gathering in soft straw. Jump! and secure the plates. Mr. Adams.-A precious impostor to ship himself for a steward. He is of no more use than the fifth wheel of a coach. I'll make the monkey on the booms lather him yet. Though Jocko is only six months old, he is as hairy as a man of forty in my country. Little boy.--The steward is afraid of the monkey. Jocko always coaxes him when he goes by the booms. I saw the steward one day throw a pork-bone at the monkey. Carpenter. The monkey belongs to me. If the steward insults my monkey, I'll make him swallow a broad-axe. ones. Mr. Llewellyn.-Avast there with the line! Here we have it, whatever it is. Eggs or young Sand! as sure as the devil is in London. Captain.--Right the helm! Fill away the main-top-sail! Square the after-yards! Crossjack brace here! Cunningham! Mr. Llewellyn, if the dinner is ready, let the people go to it. Mr. Llewellyn.-Aye! Aye! Sir !-Doctor! Black-cook.-Sir! Mr. Llewellyn.-Is the ship's company's dinner ready? Black-cook. It has been ready an hour, Sir. The lobscourse is quite burnt. Mr. Llewellyn.-Take the dinner below, Doctor. Take it below. Mr. Adams.The steward and the doctor are quarrelling. I wish Cuffey would raise a mouse on his head. Black-cook.-Who you call doctor? I your superior officer. Put a handle to my name when you speak to me, you bone-polisher. You no more fit to be steward than I to command the Olive. In harbour you walk the deck as stiff as a midshipman, but at sea you forced every minute to hold on. Steward.-Never mind messmate. got into soundings. We are Black-cook.-Messmate! don't call me messmate! Sooner than mess with you, I would go forward among the hogs. Why you are as dirty as an Indian. Steward.—I dirty! Black-cook-Yes! you lousy! I swear you lousy! Steward.-I have not a louse in my head. Black-cook. Hie! Did I not see you pull your hat off, and hold your head out to Jocko on the booms? You is an obnoxious man. Steward.-Ask the monkey. Mr. Adams.-Whale him Cuffey! Hit him a blow with your burgoo-stirrer! Harpoon him with your tormentors! Black-cook. I would, Sir, in a pig's whisper, if I did not think he would sue me at Cowes. I would if I was a single man. But I have mouths to feed. I am father of a family. I am a married man. I have a wife and seven little orphan children to provide for. September 13, 1802. At an early hour of the morning we made the land. It was the isles of Scilly. The seven southernmost of them were in sight. Every face brightened into joy but that of the steward-more persecutions !—in the night some malicious person or persons had thrown his boots overboard, and he preferred his complaint to the chief-mate. "They have thrown my boots overboard, Mr. Llewellyn,” cried the steward." So much the better," replied the mate. "We shall now have a fair wind all the 66 way up channel." The Scilly islands are twenty-seven in number. They lie at about the distance of thirty miles from Cornwall, and are thought to have been once joined by 'an isthmus to the main land. Beheld at sea they appear like old castles and churches, over which the waves are flying in perpetual succession. Of these islands the largest is St. Mary's. It is about nine miles in circumference. DISTANCE THE GOOD SHIP OLIVE HAS TO RUN (OR RATHER TO CRAWL, FOR SHE WAS NEVER KNOWN TO GO MORE THAN THREE KNOTS AND A HALF) BEFORE SHE WILL GET TO HER JOURNEY's END. From St. Mary's to the Land's-End From the Land's-End to the Lizard Miles. 28 55 |