look it."

As the man turned away to rest his arms on the bulwark and refill his
pipe, the second man saluted me.

"Yes, it's all right, sir. We're just down from Warley barracks, and we
are going out as part of Captain Brace's draft."

I saluted and walked away, feeling in no wise proud of the men who would
be partly under my charge. Physically, they were well-made fellows
enough, but there was neither romance nor sentiment about them, and in
the midst of all the bustle and confusion on board, with the decks
literally swarming, I began to feel horribly lonely and depressed, and a
sensation of home-sickness was coming on fast, till I told myself it was
all nonsense, the home for which I was sickening was only the kind of
school which for many months past I had been longing to leave, and that
I should in all probability soon meet father, mother, and sister, as
well as begin my career as a man.

Just then my attention was taken up by an angry encounter. Three men
were brought on board, almost dragged, and thrown down, and it did not
need a second thought to grasp the fact that they were sailors who had
been spending their advance-money at one of the public-houses which
swarmed about the docks.

All at once one of them, as he lay upon the deck, began to sing, and
this brought out a smart-looking officer in uniform.

"Here, get these pigs below," he cried angrily; and half a dozen of the
sailors crossed to one side, returned with a coil of rope, fastened it
round the waist of one of the last-comers, and then seizing him, trotted
forward, dragging him along the deck to an open hatchway, where he was
unceremoniously lowered down; one sailor followed to unfasten the rope,
which was hauled up, and the other men were hauled to the hatchway and
lowered in turn.

"That's the way to serve them," said the officer to me sharply. "Some
time before they get drunk again."

He nodded shortly and went aft, while, feeling disgusted with the rough
scene, I made my way aft too, and came upon quite a crowd of people,
evidently friends of the passengers, bidding good-bye, many of them with
tears.

"This is cheerful," I thought, and then by an absurd change of feeling,
I was hurt because there was no one to bid good-bye to me.

"Confound it all, sir, do get out of the way, please!" said another
officer sharply.

I gave him a resentful look, and backed out of his way into somebody
else's, sending a man who was carrying part of