. The Viking blood; a story of seafaring. G BLOOD 93 and was knocking the tar out of him with fists as hardand as bony as though shod with knuckle-dusters. Thomp-son was sitting up in his bunk betting plugs of tobacco onthe outcome of the mill with Jenkins and the bosn, whowere watching from the door. The sail-maker and car-penter were craning through the ports, thoroughly enjoy-ing the scrap and murmuring, Good fur the weefella! Hes a richt nippy yin wi his dukes! Moore, badly mauled, hauled down his flag, and Donaldbroke away from him. With a new gleam in his eyes—both puffed from some of Mo
. The Viking blood; a story of seafaring. G BLOOD 93 and was knocking the tar out of him with fists as hardand as bony as though shod with knuckle-dusters. Thomp-son was sitting up in his bunk betting plugs of tobacco onthe outcome of the mill with Jenkins and the bosn, whowere watching from the door. The sail-maker and car-penter were craning through the ports, thoroughly enjoy-ing the scrap and murmuring, Good fur the weefella! Hes a richt nippy yin wi his dukes! Moore, badly mauled, hauled down his flag, and Donaldbroke away from him. With a new gleam in his eyes—both puffed from some of Moores shots—he said, Fromnow on, Moore, youll go half and half in any work thatsto be done in here, and youll begin now and do a weeksPeggy for what Ive been doing since we up-hookd, orIll turn to and plug you some more! Thompson laughed. Thats talking, nipper, he said,* * ride him down! You gave that Irish puddler just whatfie was bearing up for! And Donald felt that he hadgone a step up on the ladder of the spirit that makes THE monotonous routine of uneventful sea-life saw thebig barque across the equatorial line, and the usualspell of windless calms had to be endured when theKelvinhaugh left the djing trade winds astern in ninedegrees north. After a stretch of twenty-five days, brac-ing up and squaring away to innumerable catspaws and flickering zephyrs, the vessel picked up thesouth-east trades a few degrees south of the line and, bracedsharp up, made brave sailing for such a huge heavily ladencraft. So far the weather had been fine and the barque hadnot yet been called upon to match her clumsy fabric withangry wind and sea. It does not take a ships company long to size up thecondition of things aboard ship, and focsle and half-deckgossip showed that the hands had pretty well taken themeasure of the after-guard. Captain ]\Iuirhead turned outto be a cheap skipper, a sulky old bear, an indifferent sailorand over-fond of the bottle. In the calm, windless dol-drums
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