was shown to a comfortable state-room. He removed
his coat and vest, closed the door and dead-light, filled and lighted
his black pipe, and rolled into the berth with a seaman's sigh of
contentment.

"That was a good dinner," he murmured, after he had filled the room
with smoke--"a good dinner. Nothing on earth is too good for a
sky-pilot. I'd go back to the business when I've made my pile, if it
wasn't so all-fired hard on the throat; and then the trustees, with
their eternal kicking on economy, and the sisters, and the
donation-parties--yah, to h----l with 'em! Wonder if this brig ever
carried a chaplain? Wonder how Bill and the boys are making out? Fine
brig, this,--'leven knots on a bow-line, I'll bet,--fine state-room,
good grub, nothin' to do but save souls and preach the Word on Sunday.
Guess I'll strike the fat--duffer--for the--job--in--the--morn----" The
rest of the sentence merged into a snore, and Mr. Todd slept through
the night in the fumes of tobacco, which so permeated his very being
that Captain Bunce remarked it at breakfast. "Smoke, Captain Bunce? I
smoke? Not I," he answered warmly; "but, you see, those ungodly men
compelled me to clean all their pipes,--forty foul pipes,--and I do not
doubt that some nicotine has lodged on my clothing." Whereupon Captain
Bunce told of a chaplain he had once sailed with whose clothing smelled
so vilely that he himself had framed a petition to the admiral for his
transfer to another ship and station. And the little story had the
effect on Mr. Todd of causing him mentally to vow that he'd "ship with
no man who didn't allow smoking," and openly aver that no sincere,
consistent Christian clergyman would be satisfied to stultify himself
and waste his energies in the comfort and ease of a naval chaplaincy,
and that a chaplain who would smoke should be discredited and forced
out of the profession. But later, when Captain Bunce and his officers
lighted fat cigars, and he learned that the aforesaid chaplain had
merely been a careless devotee of pipe and pigtail twist, Mr. Todd's
feelings may be imagined (by a smoker); but he had committed himself
against tobacco and must suffer.

During the breakfast the two lieutenants reported the results of a
survey which they had taken of the wreck at daylight.

"We find," said Mr. Duncan, "about nine feet of water over the deck at
the stern, and about three feet over the fore-hatch at low tide. The
topgallant-forecastle is awash and