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lifebuoys that were stopped to the poop rail, cut it adrift, and hove it, as
nearly as I could guess, at the spot where the mate had disappeared,
while one of the men on the forecastle, anticipating the skipper's order,
called all hands to shorten sail. The whole ship was of course instantly
in a tremendous commotion, fore and aft. The rest of the studdingsails
were taken in as quickly as possible, the royals and topgallantsails were
clewed up, a reef was taken in the topsails, and the ship was brought to
the wind and worked back, as nearly as could be, to the spot where the
accident had happened, and a boat was lowered. Although the skipper
had displayed such nice judgment in determining the precise spot
where the search should begin, that the crew of the boat dispatched to
search for the mate actually found and recovered the lifebuoy that I had
thrown, no sign of the lost man was ever discovered. The assumption
was that he had been stunned by the blow that had knocked him
overboard, and had sunk at once. This occurrence cast a gloom over the
ship for several days; for poor Moore was probably the most popular
man in the ship, highly esteemed by the passengers, and as nearly
beloved by the crew as one of the afterguard can ever reasonably hope
to be. The skipper, in particular, took the loss of this very promising
officer deeply to heart, not only because of the esteem in which he held
him, but also, I fancy, because he was worried by the conviction that
the accident was very largely due to his own propensity to "carry on"
rather too recklessly.
On the ninth day after this unfortunate occurrence, and on our thirty-
ninth day out from London, we found ourselves in the longitude of the
Cape of Good Hope, and in latitude 37 degrees 20 minutes south, with
a whole gale of wind chasing us, which blew us into latitude 39 degrees
south, and longitude 60 degrees east before it left us, ten days later,

stark becalmed. The calm, however, lasted but a few hours, and was
succeeded by a light northerly breeze, under the impulse of which, with
all plain sail set, the Salamis could barely log six knots to the hour.
This lasted all night, and all the next day; but before that day had sped,
the second incident occurred, that resulted in plumping me into the
adventure which is the subject of this yarn.
The heavy sea which had been kicked up by the gale subsided with
extraordinary rapidity, and when I went on duty at eight bells (eight
o'clock) on this particular morning the weather was everything that the
most fastidious person could possibly desire, saving that the sun struck
along the weather side of the deck--when he squinted at us past the
weather leach of the mainsail as the ship rolled gently to the heave of
the swell--with a fierceness that threatened a roasting hot day, what
time he should have worked his way a point or two farther round to the
nor'ard. The swell which lingered, to remind us of the recent breeze,
was subsiding fast, and the ocean presented one vast surface of long,
solemn-sweeping undulations of the deepest, purest sapphire, gently
ruffled by the breathing of the languid breeze, and ablaze in the wake
of the sun with a dazzle that brought tears to the eye that attempted to
gaze upon it. The ship's morning toilet had been completed, and the
decks, darkened by the sluicing to which they had been lavishly
subjected by the acting second mate and his watch, were drying fast
and recovering their sand-white colour in the process. The brasswork,
freshly scoured and polished, and the glass of the skylights, shot out a
thousand flashes of white fire, where the sun's rays searched out the
glittering surfaces as the ship rolled. The awning had already been
spread upon the poop, in readiness for the advent of those energetic
occupants of the cuddy who made a point of promenading for half an
hour in order to generate an appetite for breakfast; the running gear had
all been bowsed taut and neatly coiled down; and the canvas, from
which the dew had already evaporated, soared aloft toward the deep,
rich azure of the zenith in great, gleaming, milk-white cloths of so soft,
so tender, so ethereal an aspect, that one would scarcely have been
surprised to see the skysails dissolve in vapour and go drifting away to
leeward upon the languid breeze. The main deck was lively with the
coming and going of the steerage passengers as they went to the galley

to fetch their breakfast; and there must have been between twenty and
thirty children