him as his companion. The lieutenant is a very brave man, a great
joker, and, as the saying is, hath got the length of his commander's
foot--though he has another favourite in the house called Tom
Pipes, that was his boatswain's mate, and now keeps the servants in
order. Tom is a man of few words, but an excellent hand at a song
concerning the boatswain's whistle, hustle-cap, and chuck-farthing--there
is not such another pipe in the county--so that the commodore lives
very happy in his own manner; though he be sometimes thrown into
perilous passions and quandaries, by the application of his poor
kinsmen, whom he can't abide, because as how some of them were the
first occasion of his going to sea. Then he sweats with agony at
the sight of an attorney, just, for all the world, as some people
have an antipathy to a cat: for it seems he was once at law, for
striking one of his officers, and cast in a swinging sum. He is,
moreover, exceedingly afflicted with goblins that disturb his rest,
and keep such a racket in his house, that you would think (God
bless us!) all the devils in hell had broke loose upon him. It was
no longer ago than last year about this time, that he was tormented
the livelong night by the mischievous spirits that got into his
chamber, and played a thousand pranks about his hammock, for there is
not one bed within his walls. Well, sir, he rang his bell, called
up all his servants, got lights, and made a thorough search; but the
devil a goblin was to be found. He had no sooner turned in again,
and the rest of the family gone to sleep, than the foul fiends
began their game anew. The commodore got up in the dark, drew his
cutlass, and attacked them both so manfully, that in five minutes
everything in the apartment went to pieces, The lieutenant, hearing
the noise, came to his assistance. Tom Pipes, being told what was
the matter, lighted his match, and going down to the yard, fired
all the patereroes as signals of distress. Well, to be sure the