Two years before the mast; a personal narrative of life at sea . scorching sun and squalls of rain; yet not a wordwas said in complaint of the heat, for we all rememberedthat only three or four weeks before we would have givennearly our all to have been where we now were. We hada plenty of water, too, which we caught by spreading anawning, with shot thrown in to make hollows. These rainsqualls came up in the manner usual between the tropics.—A clear sky; burning, vertical sun; work going lazily on,and men about decks with nothing but duck trowsers,checked shirts, and straw hats; the ship movin
Two years before the mast; a personal narrative of life at sea . scorching sun and squalls of rain; yet not a wordwas said in complaint of the heat, for we all rememberedthat only three or four weeks before we would have givennearly our all to have been where we now were. We hada plenty of water, too, which we caught by spreading anawning, with shot thrown in to make hollows. These rainsqualls came up in the manner usual between the tropics.—A clear sky; burning, vertical sun; work going lazily on,and men about decks with nothing but duck trowsers,checked shirts, and straw hats; the ship moving as lazilythrough the water; the man at the helm resting againstthe wheel, with his hat drawn over his eyes; the captainbelow, taking an afternoon nap; the passenger leaning overthe taffrail, watching a dolphn following slowly in ourwake; the sailmaker mending an old topsail on the lee sideof the quarter-deck; the carpenter working at his bench,in the waist; the boys making sinnet; the spun-yarn winchwhizzing round and round, and the men walking slowly fore. HOLD ON ANOTHER TIME. YOU YOUNGMONKEY
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