The South-West
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at more proudly. The old tars, as they cruised about the decks, walked as steadily as on land. This proves nothing,
he hope of accomplishing a straight line, after vacillating most appallingly, would finally succeed "haud passibus ?quis"
o an old land-crab teaching its young one to "go ahead"-a drunkard, reeling homeward through a broad stree
of our "goodlie companie." If his sensations were such as I imagined them to be
up in the rigging, an agreeable substitute for a bed of down, lay half obscured within the shadow of the lofty stern, another overdone toper-a victim of Neptun
the helmsman, who stood alone like the sole survivor of a battle-field-his weather-beaten visage illuminated at the moment with a strange glare from the "binnacle-lamp" which, concealed within a case like a single-windowed pigeon house, and open in front of him, burned nightly at his feet. The next moment I was in the cabin, now lighted up by a single lamp suspended fr
y to say it, most unhesitatingly "floored" and quite hors du combat. What a deal of melanchol
a tremendous outlay of animal-like energy, a momentary struggle, a half recoil, a plunging, trembling-onward rush-then a triumphant riding over the conquered foe, scattering the gems from its shivered crest in glittering showers over her bows. Then gliding
f, twinkling and lessened like stars, with which they were almost undistinguishably mingled on the horizon-we ha
h the wind high above the booming of the sea, the passing hour of the night watch.-"Four bells."-"Four bells," repeated the only one awake on the forecastle, and the next moment
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a bell, heard at night upon the sea, that familiar as my ear was with the sounds-the
like a modern M. D. his sulkey, lulled to sleep by the rattling of cordage, the measured tread of the watch directly over me, the moanings, et c?tera, of sleepless neighbours, the roaring of the sea, the howling of the wind, and the gurgling and surgin