. Capt. J. D. Winchester's experience on a voyage from Lynn, Massachusetts, to San Francisco, Cal., and to the Alaskan gold fields .... to tumble up ondeck, the cook came aft armed with a chain hook, andwithout ceremony hooked Gyp under the jaw, dragged thebody on deck, and threw him over the rail. When I sawthe dog floating astern, food for the sharks, I could nothelp saying, Poor Gyp, and turned sadly away from theinanimate form, even if it was only a dog,—and the Diversailed on. 60 TO THE ALASKAN GOLD FIELDS. Our men were all well except Ricker, who was too weakto come on deck. I cant stand
. Capt. J. D. Winchester's experience on a voyage from Lynn, Massachusetts, to San Francisco, Cal., and to the Alaskan gold fields .... to tumble up ondeck, the cook came aft armed with a chain hook, andwithout ceremony hooked Gyp under the jaw, dragged thebody on deck, and threw him over the rail. When I sawthe dog floating astern, food for the sharks, I could nothelp saying, Poor Gyp, and turned sadly away from theinanimate form, even if it was only a dog,—and the Diversailed on. 60 TO THE ALASKAN GOLD FIELDS. Our men were all well except Ricker, who was too weakto come on deck. I cant stand the sight of water, hewould say, and that was all the satisfaction we could getfrom him. We had got the trade winds and were nowsailing among the flying fish,—it is a beautiful sight tosee acres of them rise up out of the water, their silverywings glistening in the sun, and fly from crest to crest ofwave and then disappear, but not for long; they soon ap-pear again, for their old enemy, the dolphin, is amongstthem; he seizes his prey just as they touch a wave, and sohe feeds day after day, while the flying-fish swim and fly. CATCHING DOLPHIN. on to who knows where, pursued every day by their arch-enemy, the dolphin. Mr. Hooper brought up the canvas for the sleeping bags,but found he did not have enough so he had to cut themshort, and we sat on deck sewing sleeping bags while someof the men were out on the bowsprit trying to catch dol-phin,—the bait they used was a piece of white rag with alittle red,—and as this, towed in the water, would skip fromwave to wave in the same fashion as the flying-fish, a hun-gry dolphin would sometimes make a mistake and gethauled in, to the joy of the man but the sad fate of the- THE LONG VOYAGE COMMENCED. 61 dolphin. They had been unsuccessful in their efforts,when, one afternoon, when the sun was about setting, alarge school of dolphin crossed under our bow. The nav-igator was out on the bowsprit trying his luck; suddenlyI saw the men
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