StNicholas [serial] . t comes in the dog-watch which I shallexplain some other time. At sunset colors, the running lights come on;and while they burn there comes from the watch-ers on the bridge, with each succeeding bell, itsannouncement, thus: Eight bells, and a portbright light, Eight bells, and a starboard brightlight. To this the masthead lookout answersback, A-l-1 s well! And so on and on, throughthe watches of the night. Cleaning, scrubbing, mess and quarter, all go onat sea just as in port. As we came out of the Golden Gate this morn-ing, we were met by a gentle zephyr, which grewand s
StNicholas [serial] . t comes in the dog-watch which I shallexplain some other time. At sunset colors, the running lights come on;and while they burn there comes from the watch-ers on the bridge, with each succeeding bell, itsannouncement, thus: Eight bells, and a portbright light, Eight bells, and a starboard brightlight. To this the masthead lookout answersback, A-l-1 s well! And so on and on, throughthe watches of the night. Cleaning, scrubbing, mess and quarter, all go onat sea just as in port. As we came out of the Golden Gate this morn-ing, we were met by a gentle zephyr, which grewand stiffened, until at noon it was a trade-windthat to-night is gathering for a storm. 1907-1 THREE YEARS BEHIND THE GUNS Some of the boys are showing symptoms ofmal-de-mer; fortunately, I have thus far escaped,and, in consequence, have just been told that to-night I ani to stand the first lookout at midnight. At sea, Tuesday, August I tumbled out of my hammock at mid-night, I was dumbfounded to find I could not. )VKR THE BOUNDIN( keep my legs under me. I was thrown promis-cuously about the gun-deck as I struggled to getinto my clothes. I had but one thought, a wreck;and I expected every moment to hear the buglesound, Abandon ship! But instead, the boat-swain piped, All hands on deck! Together weput up steadying sails; then the port watch turnedin, and we were on deck. I cannot recall justwhat was said as the watch was handed over to me; but I shall never forget the first night clung like grim death to the shrouds, saw noth-ing, but answered, All s well, to the bridge, asthe dismal groaning of the rigging stole throughmy senses. At sea, August 28th, Wednesday,The storm has abated. My shipmates say I mgood for twenty years inthe navy. Was not sickduring the storm, and tookto the ratlines like a duckto water. August 30th, Friday. At sea. Plowing the main; be-sides doing regular, as wellas extra, duty on ship. Sunday, September 1st. Just like a plowsharewakening the
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