the simple pleasure of speaking to the young man whom he admired so
much, said:

"Zir; te zhip rollts mush. Tere vill pe a gread pig storm."

"I think so," answered Ishmael courteously.

"Vell, if zhe goesh down do te boddom tere vill pe von lesh drue
shentleman in de vorlt, zir. Ant tat vill be you."

"Thank you," said Ishmael, smiling.

"Ant tere vill pe von lesh Sherman Shew in te vorlt. Ant tat vill pe
me."

"Oh, I hope there is no danger of such a calamity. Good-night!" said
Ishmael, smiling upon his admirer and withdrawing from the cabin.

Ishmael took tea with the old captain, who came into the saloon and
sat down in a perfectly renovated toilet, as if nothing had
happened.

But when I say they took tea, I mean that they took quite as much of
it up their sleeves and down their bosoms as into their mouths.
Drinking tea in a rolling ship is a sloppy operation.

After that the captain produced a chess-board, ingeniously arranged
for sea-service, and the two gentlemen spent the evening in a mimic
warfare that ended in a drawn battle.