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"
Southwards
we
sailed
again
at
last
,
"
continued
the
Sea
Rat
,
"
coasting
down
the
Italian
shore
,
till
finally
we
made
Palermo
,
and
there
I
quitted
for
a
long
,
happy
spell
on
shore
.
I
never
stick
too
long
to
one
ship
;
one
gets
narrow-minded
and
prejudiced
.
Besides
,
Sicily
is
one
of
my
happy
hunting-grounds
.
I
know
everybody
there
,
and
their
ways
just
suit
me
.
I
spent
many
jolly
weeks
in
the
island
,
staying
with
friends
upcountry
.
When
I
grew
restless
again
I
took
advantage
of
a
ship
that
was
trading
to
Sardinia
and
Corsica
;
and
very
glad
I
was
to
feel
the
fresh
breeze
and
the
sea-spray
in
my
face
once
more
.
"
"
But
is
n't
it
very
hot
and
stuffy
,
down
in
the
--
hold
,
I
think
you
call
it
?
"
asked
the
Water
Rat
.
The
seafarer
looked
at
him
with
the
suspicion
of
a
wink
.
"
I
'm
an
old
hand
,
"
he
remarked
with
much
simplicity
.
"
The
captain
's
cabin
's
good
enough
for
me
.
"
"
It
's
a
hard
life
,
by
all
accounts
,
"
murmured
the
Rat
,
sunk
in
deep
thought
.
"
For
the
crew
it
is
,
"
replied
the
seafarer
gravely
,
again
with
the
ghost
of
a
wink
.
"
From
Corsica
,
"
he
went
on
,
"
I
made
use
of
a
ship
that
was
taking
wine
to
the
mainland
.
We
made
Alassio
in
the
evening
,
lay
to
,
hauled
up
our
wine-casks
,
and
hove
them
overboard
,
tied
one
to
the
other
by
a
long
line
.
Then
the
crew
took
to
the
boats
and
rowed
shorewards
,
singing
as
they
went
,
and
drawing
after
them
the
long
bobbing
procession
of
casks
,
like
a
mile
of
porpoises
.
On
the
sands
they
had
horses
waiting
,
which
dragged
the
casks
up
the
steep
street
of
the
little
town
with
a
fine
rush
and
clatter
and
scramble
.
When
the
last
cask
was
in
,
we
went
and
refreshed
and
rested
,
and
sat
late
into
the
night
,
drinking
with
our
friends
,
and
next
morning
I
took
to
the
great
olive-woods
for
a
spell
and
a
rest
.
For
now
I
had
done
with
islands
for
the
time
,
and
ports
and
shipping
were
plentiful
;
so
I
led
a
lazy
life
among
the
peasants
,
lying
and
watching
them
work
,
or
stretched
high
on
the
hillside
with
the
blue
Mediterranean
far
below
me
.
And
so
at
length
,
by
easy
stages
,
and
partly
on
foot
,
partly
by
sea
,
to
Marseilles
,
and
the
meeting
of
old
shipmates
,
and
the
visiting
of
great
ocean-bound
vessels
,
and
feasting
once
more
.
Talk
of
shell-fish
!
Why
,
sometimes
I
dream
of
the
shell-fish
of
Marseilles
,
and
wake
up
crying
!
"
"
That
reminds
me
,
"
said
the
polite
Water
Rat
;
"
you
happened
to
mention
that
you
were
hungry
,
and
I
ought
to
have
spoken
earlier
.
Of
course
,
you
will
stop
and
take
your
mid-day
meal
with
me
?
My
hole
is
close
by
;
it
is
some
time
past
noon
,
and
you
are
very
welcome
to
whatever
there
is
.
"
"
Now
I
call
that
kind
and
brotherly
of
you
,
"
said
the
Sea
Rat
.
"
I
was
indeed
hungry
when
I
sat
down
,
and
ever
since
I
inadvertently
happened
to
mention
shell-fish
,
my
pangs
have
been
extreme
.
But
could
n't
you
fetch
it
along
out
here
?
I
am
none
too
fond
of
going
under
hatches
,
unless
I
'm
obliged
to
;
and
then
,
while
we
eat
,
I
could
tell
you
more
concerning
my
voyages
and
the
pleasant
life
I
lead
--
at
least
,
it
is
very
pleasant
to
me
,
and
by
your
attention
I
judge
it
commends
itself
to
you
;
whereas
if
we
go
indoors
it
is
a
hundred
to
one
that
I
shall
presently
fall
asleep
.
"
