God for both.

The three short days which followed were full of new and delightful
surprises, some because it was all so strange and others because it
was so exactly what I had hoped it would be. I had read many tales of
the sea, but ships I knew only as they moved along the Hudson at the
end of the towing-line. I had never felt one rise and fall beneath me,
nor from the deck of one watched the sun sink into the water. I had
never at night looked up at the great masts, and seen them swing, like
a pendulum reversed, between me and the stars.

There was so much to learn that was new and so many things to see on
the waters, and in the skies, that it seemed wicked to sleep. So,
during nearly the whole of every night, I stood with Captain Leeds on
his bridge, or asked ignorant questions of the man at the wheel. The
steward of the Panama was purser, supercargo, and bar-keeper in one,
and a most interesting man. He apparently never slept, but at any hour
was willing to sit and chat with me. It was he who first introduced me
to the wonderful mysteries of the alligator pear as a salad, and
taught me to prefer, in a hot country, Jamaica rum with half a lime
squeezed into the glass to all other spirits. It was a most
educational trip.

I had much entertainment on board the Panama by pretending that I was
her captain, and that she was sailing under my orders. Sometimes I
pretended that she was an American man-of-war, and sometimes a
filibuster escaping from an American man-of-war. This may seem an
absurd and childish game, but I had always wanted to hold authority,
and as I had never done so, except as a drill sergeant at the Academy,
it was my habit to imagine myself in whatever position of