t, and poor
John's misery was aggravated by their, as it seemed to him, unfeeling
remarks, yet he was so far gone that he could only faintly "dom them."
His master, who knew that he would soon be well, made no attempt to
relieve him; and John was for some time unmolested in his vigorous
attempt to die.

He was aroused at length by the same tar who had first noticed his
sickness,

"I say, lubber, are you sick?"

"Yes, dom sick."

"Well, I expect you've got to die, there's only one thing that'll save
you--get up and follow me to the cock-pit."

John attempted to rise, but now really unwell, he was not able to
stir. His kind physician calling a brother tar to his aid, they
assisted John below.

"There, now, you lubber, I'm going to cure you, if you'll only foller
directions."

John merely grunted.

"Here's some raw pork, and some grog, though it's a pity to waste grog
on such a lubber--now, you must eat as if you'd never ate before, if
you don't, you are a goner."

John very faintly uttered, that he couldn't "eat a dom bit."

"Then you'll die, and the fishes will eat YOU."

John shuddered, "Well, I'll try."

So saying, he downed one of the pieces of pork, which as speedily came
up again.

"Now drink, and be quick about it, or I shall drink it for you."

With much exertion they made John eat and drink heartily, after which
they left him to sleep awhile.

The following morning John appeared on deck again, exceedingly pale to
be sure, but entirely recovered from his sea-sickness, and with a
feeling of fervent gratitude toward the sailor, who, as he fancied,
had saved his valuable life.

Nothing occurred to interrupt the peaceful monotony of life aboard the
little craft for the following ten days: before a good breeze they had
made much way in their voyage, and all on board were pleased with
prosperous wind and calm sea and sky.

On the morning of the following day, however, the cry from the
mast-head of "sail ho!" aroused all on board to a feeling of interest.

"Where away?"

"Right over the lee-bow."

"What do you make of her?"

"Square to'sails, queer rig--flag, can't see it."

"O! captain," said Julia, "can't you go near enough to speak it?"

"Of course I _could_, 'cause it's right on the lee, but whether I'd
better or not is quite another thing."

"The captain knows best, my dear," said the merchant.

"Certainly, but I should so like to see some other faces besides those
which are about