the passing current. Once or twice a slight frown clouded his features,
and his lips moved as though he was striving within himself either
against real or imaginary evil, and then the same calm, placid manliness
of countenance radiated his handsome features, and his lips were
composed.

Now he turned to issue some necessary order, which was uttered in that
calm, manly distinctness that challenges obedience, and then he resumed
his idle gaze over the vessel's side, once more losing himself in his
day dream.





CHAPTER III.

THE GALE.




"THE Wind seems to be hauling," said the mate, walking aft, and
addressing his superior.

"Keep her a good full," said the captain, to the man at the helm.

"Ay, ay, sir," said the old tar, as he tried to make the sails draw by
altering the vessel's course a point or two more free.