. Recollections of a sea wanderer's life; an autobiography of an old-time seaman who has sailed in almost every capacity before and abaft the mast, in nearly every quarter of the globe, and under the flags of four of the principal maritime nations. ling in unisonnot at all comforting to me. It seemed as if the St. Law-rence had been turned into my interior and my sole objectin life was to eject it, and I proceeded to do what I couldin that line of duty. My performance was very energeticif it was not heroic, and it was increased by the rolling,pitching and tossing of the vessel, and intensified
. Recollections of a sea wanderer's life; an autobiography of an old-time seaman who has sailed in almost every capacity before and abaft the mast, in nearly every quarter of the globe, and under the flags of four of the principal maritime nations. ling in unisonnot at all comforting to me. It seemed as if the St. Law-rence had been turned into my interior and my sole objectin life was to eject it, and I proceeded to do what I couldin that line of duty. My performance was very energeticif it was not heroic, and it was increased by the rolling,pitching and tossing of the vessel, and intensified by thehorrible stench from the ships hold. And then the order-ing, shouting, stamping, and, I am ashamed to admit it, thecursing and swearing on deck increased, as it seemed to me,out of all proportion to the cause. The rough waters ofthe St. Lawrence have a worse effect on a youngster thanthe waves of the ocean, and besides it was my first voyage. FOCASTLE. 35 I am not able even now to describe my sensations at thattime, although my memory holds fast to every item in thedisagreeable catalogue. I was utterly used up, sick, limphelpless, hopeless, despairing, and even thought death wouldbe a relief In this mood I began to wonder if it was a. UNDER WAY. $6 TURNED OUT. mistake in going to sea, and doubted the wisdom of thechoice; but while thinking it over tired nature yielded andsleep, although uneasy, was welcome. Only a short time was allowed for my rest when I wasaroused by smothered laughter, and on looking over theside of my hammock saw Frenchy the doctor and DickStuart fairly doubled up with merriment on one of thechests. Frenchy caught my eye and nudged Dick to callhis attention to the fact that I was wide awake. Veil, mon gars, have you enough sleep ? You vant goaboard sheep, to noting do, is it not ? Nom dun nom, I goright avay on deck and de capitaine come vith one cat andtails. And Stuart shouted, Come, rouse out, you youngrascal, and pay for your lodging. You were an
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