Two years abaft the mast; or, Life as a sea apprentice . I looked over at the marksof the wood grazed away on both sides. Wal,interrupted Yankee Jim, I guess youve stuckit on at last. No, continued Cavanagh,amidst general laughter, we never afterwardssaw any trace of it floating about. It being my next wheel, I wrapped* myselfup in all the warm things I ha d, returned to thegalley, had half a pannikin of hot coffee, andwaiting for four bells to strike (the second matealways kept the time when my wheel followed),I hastened aft to give MEwan a smart a beautiful frosty night! The main
Two years abaft the mast; or, Life as a sea apprentice . I looked over at the marksof the wood grazed away on both sides. Wal,interrupted Yankee Jim, I guess youve stuckit on at last. No, continued Cavanagh,amidst general laughter, we never afterwardssaw any trace of it floating about. It being my next wheel, I wrapped* myselfup in all the warm things I ha d, returned to thegalley, had half a pannikin of hot coffee, andwaiting for four bells to strike (the second matealways kept the time when my wheel followed),I hastened aft to give MEwan a smart a beautiful frosty night! The main coastlay to our left, and Long Island to our right;and from both sides, as we sped onwards, vividrays shot across our path from beacons andlighthouses only visible at certain angles. Therebeing no wind, I did not feel the cold so muchas on previous occasions; but nevertheless,when eight bells were struck, I watched witheager eyes for the relief. Keep the ships headin line with steamers light was the course Ihad been steering, and which I now passed on. NEW YORK AT LAST 305 to my successor, who repeated the words backto me in due form before I left him in hastened into the galley for a warm and mywhack of coffee, already sweetened—andturned in, and was not long in dropping off S06 TWO YEARS ABAFT THE MAST, CHAPTER XV. NEW YOKK. Suddenly becoming conscious that somebodywas pulling my leg, I determined upon awak-ing, when Jack Anderson made us aware thatall hands were on deck. We had arrived inthe port of New York, and it was two oclockin the morning. There were the usual noiseson deck when arriving in port. The tug blow-ing off steam with such an infernal noise, andin such volumes as to make one wonder bow sodiminutive a craft is capable of the casting off the hawser and hauling itinboard, and laying it along the deck, whilevarious boats—customs, and others—board sharp rap, instantly smothered in a deafen-ing rattle, causing the ship to vibrat
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