An' a lass that's sweet an' fair.
I knows a port, an' it's a good port,
I knows a home, an' it's a good home
But O the pretty that is my sort,
That's wearyin' till I come!

"I knows a day, an' it's a fine day,
The day a sailor man comes back to town.
I knows a tide, an' it's a good tide,
The tide that gets you quick to anchors down.
I knows a day, an' it's a fine day,
I knows a tide, an' its' a good tide
And God help the lubber, I say,
That's stole the sailor man's bride!"

The song had its way with them and they joined in and lay to their oars
with almost too much goodwill. Gering, his arms upon the side of the
canoe, was looking into the water idly. It was clear far down, and
presently he saw what seemed a feather growing out of the side of a
rock. It struck him as strange, and he gave word to back water. They
were just outside the Boilers in deep water. Drawing back carefully, he
saw the feather again, and ordered one of the divers to go down. They
could see the man descend and gather the feather, then he plunged deeper
still and they lost sight of him. But soon he came up rapidly, and was
quickly inside the boat, to tell Gering that he had seen several great
guns. At this the crew peered over the boat-side eagerly. Gering's
heart beat hard. He knew what it was to rouse wild hope and then to see
despair follow, but he kept an outward calm and told the diver to go
down again. Time seemed to stretch to hours before they saw the man
returning with something in his arm. He handed up his prize, and behold
it was a pig of silver!

The treasure was found; and there went up a great cheer. All was
activity, for, apart from the delight of discovery, Phips had promised
a share to every man. The place was instantly buoyed, and they hastened
back to the port with the grateful tidings to Phips. With his glass he
saw them coming and by their hard rowing he guessed that they had news.
When they came within hail they cheered, and when they saw the silver
the air rang with shouts.

As Gering stepped on board with the silver Captain Phips ran forwards,
clasped it in both hands, and cried: "We are all made, thanks be to
God!"

Then all hands were ordered on board, and because the treasure lay in a
safe anchorage they got the ships away towards it.

Bucklaw, in the surgeon's cabin, was called out of delirium by the
noise. He was wor