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of realising a handsome
independence. Captain Willis's ship was always a favourite; and as
soon almost as she was announced to sail, her cabins were engaged. I
should advise those who go to sea at the age Captain Willis did, to
follow his example; though for a very young boy, the school, I grant, is
somewhat too rough a one.
CHAPTER THREE.
Captain Willis was walking the deck, with his spy-glass in his hand,
while every now and then he stopped anxiously to scan the horizon in
every direction, in the hopes of discerning the well-known signs of the
long-wished-for breeze.
"Well, Captain Willis, when is the wind coming?" asked one of the

young ladies of the merry group I have described, as he passed them in
his walk. "We have agreed that you sailors are very idle people, not to
make your ship move faster. You do it on purpose, we are sure, to
enjoy our society."
"The temptation would be great, ladies, I own," said the captain,
bowing. "But, I assure you, it depends as much upon yourselves as
upon me and my officers; and, I think, if you were all to set to work
and whistle with a right good-will, you might soon bring the wind
down upon us."
"Oh then we will all try," exclaimed the merry girls in chorus. "We see
you want to get rid of us as soon as you can." Thereon they all began to
try and whistle, and some succeeded very well, though the chorus was
not very harmonious.
I suspect the worthy captain had long before perceived the undoubted
signs of wind on the water, for there was a quizzical look in his eye as
he spoke; and each turn he made he encouraged them to proceed, and to
whistle louder and louder, assuring them it was certain to have a good
effect.
Not many minutes had passed, during which the young ladies had tried
to whistle till their mouths ached, when the voice of Captain Willis was
heard ordering the crew to trim sails. With alacrity they flew to their
posts at the joyful sound; and those who but a minute before were so
silent and inert, were now all life and animation.
Still the ocean appeared as smooth and shining as before; but in the
distance, away to the north-east, there was a line of dark-blue, which
seemed to be gradually extending itself on either hand, and to be slowly
advancing in the direction where the ship lay. The glassy surface of the
water was every now and then slightly ruffled by gentle, scarcely
perceptible breaths of wind, such as are called by seamen "cats'-paws,"
from their having, I suppose, no more effect in disturbing the water
than would the paw of a cat. They came and went continually. Some of
the more lofty and lighter sails of the ship bulged out for an instant, and
then again flapped against the masts, and all was calm as before.

"If you please, young ladies, I must trouble you to whistle a little
longer," said Captain Willis, with one of his most polite bows, and a
merry smile lurking in his eye. "You see the good service you have
already done; but the wind seems coy, and requires a longer wooing."
They all laughed very much, and declared that they could not whistle
any more; but still they all essayed again; and sweet Ellen Barrow
screwed her pretty mouth up till her lips looked, indeed, like two ripe
cherries; and Captain Willis aiding them with his clear whistle, the
wind was not long in answering the summons. The spokes of the wheel
were seen once more to revolve in the hands of the helmsman, the sails
bulged out more regularly, and if they fell back, they quickly again
filled till every one drew steadily, and the huge ship moved slowly
through the ocean on her proper course. It was pleasant to the
passengers to hear the rippling sound of the water against the sides of
the ship, and to see it bubbling up so briskly under her bows; and still
more pleasant was it to feel the fresh air fanning the cheeks, and to
know that it was wafting them on to their yet far distant bourne. The
fresh air had a reviving effect on every one, and many who had sat
silent and melancholy began to move about, and to laugh and talk with
the rest of their companions.
About an hour after the breeze had sprung up, the captain was observed
to turn his glass several times to a point on the starboard bow. He then
handed it to his first officer.
"What do you make out of that, Mr Naylor?" he asked.
The answer was not heard.
"So I