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It
was
a
bright
,
beautiful
,
warm
day
when
our
ship
spread
her
canvas
to
the
breeze
and
sailed
for
the
regions
of
the
south
.
Oh
,
how
my
heart
bounded
with
delight
as
I
listened
to
the
merry
chorus
of
the
sailors
while
they
hauled
at
the
ropes
and
got
in
the
anchor
!
The
captain
shouted
;
the
men
ran
to
obey
;
the
noble
ship
bent
over
to
the
breeze
,
and
the
shore
gradually
faded
from
my
view
;
while
I
stood
looking
on
,
with
a
kind
of
feeling
that
the
whole
was
a
delightful
dream
.
The
first
thing
that
struck
me
as
being
different
from
anything
I
had
yet
seen
during
my
short
career
on
the
sea
,
was
the
hoisting
of
the
anchor
on
deck
and
lashing
it
firmly
down
with
ropes
,
as
if
we
had
now
bid
adieu
to
the
land
for
ever
and
would
require
its
services
no
more
.
"
There
,
lass
!
"
cried
a
broad-shouldered
jack-tar
,
giving
the
fluke
of
the
anchor
a
hearty
slap
with
his
hand
after
the
housing
was
completed
--
"
there
,
lass
,
take
a
good
nap
now
,
for
we
sha
'n'
t
ask
you
to
kiss
the
mud
again
for
many
a
long
day
to
come
!
"
And
so
it
was
.
That
anchor
did
not
"
kiss
the
mud
"
for
many
long
days
afterwards
;
and
when
at
last
it
did
,
it
was
for
the
last
time
!
There
were
a
number
of
boys
in
the
ship
,
but
two
of
them
were
my
special
favourites
.
Jack
Martin
was
a
tall
,
strapping
,
broad-shouldered
youth
of
eighteen
,
with
a
handsome
,
good-humoured
,
firm
face
.
He
had
had
a
good
education
,
was
clever
and
hearty
and
lion-like
in
his
actions
,
but
mild
and
quiet
in
disposition
.
Jack
was
a
general
favourite
,
and
had
a
peculiar
fondness
for
me
.
My
other
companion
was
Peterkin
Gay
.
He
was
little
,
quick
,
funny
,
decidedly
mischievous
,
and
about
fourteen
years
old
.
But
Peterkin
's
mischief
was
almost
always
harmless
,
else
he
could
not
have
been
so
much
beloved
as
he
was
.
"
Hallo
,
youngster
!
"
cried
Jack
Martin
,
giving
me
a
slap
on
the
shoulder
the
day
I
joined
the
ship
,
"
come
below
and
I
'll
show
you
your
berth
.
You
and
I
are
to
be
messmates
;
and
I
think
we
shall
be
good
friends
,
for
I
like
the
look
o
'
you
.
"
Jack
was
right
.
He
and
I
,
and
Peterkin
afterwards
,
became
the
best
and
staunchest
friends
that
ever
tossed
together
on
the
stormy
waves
.
I
shall
say
little
about
the
first
part
of
our
voyage
.
We
had
the
usual
amount
of
rough
weather
and
calm
;
also
we
saw
many
strange
fish
rolling
in
the
sea
,
and
I
was
greatly
delighted
one
day
by
seeing
a
shoal
of
flying-fish
dart
out
of
the
water
and
skim
through
the
air
about
a
foot
above
the
surface
.
They
were
pursued
by
dolphins
,
which
feed
on
them
;
and
one
flying-fish
,
in
its
terror
,
flew
over
the
ship
,
struck
on
the
rigging
,
and
fell
upon
the
deck
.
Its
wings
were
just
fins
elongated
;
and
we
found
that
they
could
never
fly
far
at
a
time
,
and
never
mounted
into
the
air
like
birds
,
but
skimmed
along
the
surface
of
the
sea
.
Jack
and
I
had
it
for
dinner
,
and
found
it
remarkably
good
.
When
we
approached
Cape
Horn
,
at
the
southern
extremity
of
America
,
the
weather
became
very
cold
and
stormy
,
and
the
sailors
began
to
tell
stories
about
the
furious
gales
and
the
dangers
of
that
terrible
cape
.
