- you'll hear him tune up in a minute - is Tom Platt. Man-o'-war's
man he was on the old Ohio - first of our navy, he says, to go
araound the Horn. He never talks of much else, 'cept when he
sings, but be has fair fishin' luck. There! What did I tell you?"

A melodious bellow stole across the water from the northern dory.
Harvey heard something about somebody's hands and feet being cold,
and then:

"Bring forth the chart, the doleful chart;
See where them mountings meet!
The clouds are thick around their heads,
The mists around their feet."


"Full boat," said Dan, with a chuckle. "If he gives us 'O Captain'
it's toppin' full."

The bellow continued:

"And naow to thee, O Capting,
Most earnestly I pray
That they shall never bury me
In church or cloister grey."

"Double game for Tom Platt. He'll tell you all about the old Ohio
to-morrow. 'See that blue dory behind him? He's my uncle, - dad's
own brother, - an' ef there's any bad luck loose on the Banks
she'll fetch up ag'in' Uncle Salters, sure. Look how tender he's
rowin'. I'll lay my wage and share he's the only man stung up to-