At The Moment The Man Came Up To Me She Was Trying To Stand On Her Head; And Before He Had Finished Speaking She Had Given Up This Attempt, In Which, However, She Had Very Nearly Succeeded, And Had, Apparently, Decided To Now Play At Getting Out Of The Water Altogether.

And this is what he called being a "bit skittish!"

Seafaring people talk like this, because they are silly, and do not know any better. It is no use being angry with them.

I got a little sleep at last. Not in the bunk I had been at such pains to secure: I would not have stopped down in that stuffy saloon, if anybody had offered me a hundred pounds for doing so. Not that anybody did; nor that anybody seemed to want me there at all. I gathered this from the fact that the first thing that met my eye, after I had succeeded in clawing my way down, was a boot. The air was full of boots. There were sixty men sleeping there - or, as regards the majority, I should say TRYING to sleep there - some in bunks, some on tables, and some under tables. One man WAS asleep, and was snoring like a hippopotamus - like a hippopotamus that had caught a cold, and was hoarse; and the other fifty-nine were sitting up, throwing their boots at him. It was a snore, very difficult to locate. From which particular berth, in that dimly-lighted, evil- smelling place, it proceeded nobody was quite sure.

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