Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 34 December 1886 to May 1887 . with a yellow fringe. Her fore-mast is hardly worth calling one, for itrakes forward as if it thought itself a bow-sprit, and hanging from it flutter the vo-tive rags of the passengers and the the top of the mainmast is a tulip-shaped crows-nest, in which, with hislong trumpet in his hand, the signal-mansits at his ease aloft. In the bows, undera gorgeous canopy, and supported by thefavorite god of the company, sits the i^ilot,while on the poop stands the captain,counting the sea-gulls for an augury, andgiving tlie boa
Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 34 December 1886 to May 1887 . with a yellow fringe. Her fore-mast is hardly worth calling one, for itrakes forward as if it thought itself a bow-sprit, and hanging from it flutter the vo-tive rags of the passengers and the the top of the mainmast is a tulip-shaped crows-nest, in which, with hislong trumpet in his hand, the signal-mansits at his ease aloft. In the bows, undera gorgeous canopy, and supported by thefavorite god of the company, sits the i^ilot,while on the poop stands the captain,counting the sea-gulls for an augury, andgiving tlie boatswain of the x^eriod his or-ders accordingly. Hardy he was, and wyse to undertake;With many a tempest hadde hys berd beenscliake. He walks his small poop an autocrat, defer-ential only to the vaticinations of the birdsabout him, and the voice of the augur whois examining dead chickens in the when the storm overtakes her, and thewaves come racing after the laboring ship,our captain calls together the augur andthe pilot, the boatswain and all the ships. THE BCCENTAUR. 688 HARPERS NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE. company, and takes them into his confi-dence. Shall they run the ship ashore ?or were it more advisable, as an experi-ment, to throw a priest overboard ? And then those stately ceremonies ofancient commerce! The starting- from Cor-inth of an argosy of galleys, with everyvessel of a different color, and all the sailsenriched with an extravagance of brightdesign, the long banks of rowers bendingto their oars in time with the music of theirbands, and the perpetual antiphones oftrumpets, as admiral to admiral signaled,and pilots gave the orders of the crookedcourse! The departure of a Roman fleetfrom the Golden Horn, when the hie-rarchy of the Western Church, in all thepomp of their canonicals, passed down theline in their barge of state to bless the keelsthat were to plough the seas, the oars thatwere to drive the brave craft through thewaves, the sails that were to take th
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