"Heave and pall! unship your bars, and make sail!"

It was done: barmen, nipper-men, tierers, veerers, idlers and
all, scrambled up the ladder to the braces and halyards; while
like monkeys in Palm-trees, the sail-loosers ran out on those
broad boughs, our yards; and down fell the sails like white
clouds from the ether--topsails, top-gallants, and royals; and
away we ran with the halyards, till every sheet was distended.

"Once more to the bars!"

"Heave, my hearties, heave hard!"

With a jerk and a yerk, we broke ground; and up to our bows came
several thousand pounds of old iron, in the shape of our
ponderous anchor.

Where was White-Jacket then?

White-Jacket was where he belonged. It was White-Jacket that
loosed that main-royal, so far up aloft there, it looks like a
white albatross' wing. It was White-Jacket that was taken for an
albatross himself, as he flew out on the giddy yard-arm!



CHAPTER III.

A GLANCE AT THE PRINCIPAL DIVISIONS, INTO WHICH A MAN-OF-WAR'S
CREW IS DIVIDED.