him all the assistance in his power.

But this mishap put an end to the dinner. For the captain's toilet
sadly needed renovating, and the table required putting right.

Ishmael went up on deck--a nearly impossible feat for any landsman,
even for one so strong and active as Ishmael was, to accomplish with
safety to life and limb, for the ship was now fearfully pitched from
side to side, and wallowing among the leaping waves.

High as the wind was--blowing now a hurricane--the sky was perfectly
clear, and the sun was near its setting.

Ishmael found his old servant sitting propped up against the back of
the wheel-house, looking out at one of the most glorious of all the
glorious sights in nature--sunset at sea.

"As soon as the sun has set you must go down and turn in, Morris.
The wind is increasing, and it is no longer safe for a landsman like
you to remain up here," said his master.

"Mr. Ishmael, sir, you must just leave me up here to my fate. As to
getting me down now, that is impossible; I noticed that it took both
your hands, as well as both your feet, to help yourself up," replied
the professor.

"What! do you mean to stay on deck all night?"

"I see no help for it, sir; I should be pitched downstairs and have
my neck broken, or be washed into the sea and get drowned, by any