Our tyros of the sea, in their venturesome projections of their persons from one given point in their eye to another, in the hope of accomplishing a straight line, after vacillating most appallingly, would finally succeed "haud passibus æquis" in reaching the position aimed for, fortunate if a lee-lurch did not accommodate them with a dry bed in the "lee scuppers."
Of all laughter-exciting locomotives which most create sensations of the ludicrously serious, commend me to an old land-crab teaching its young one to "go _ahead_"--a drunkard, reeling homeward through a broad street on a Saturday night--and a "gentleman passenger" three days at sea in his strange evolutions over the deck.
Stretched before me upon the weather hen-coop, enveloped in his cloak, lay one of our "goodlie companie." If his sensations were such as I imagined them to be, he must have felt that the simplest chicken under him wore the stoutest heart.
On the lee hen-coop reposed another passenger in sympathy with his fellow, to whose feelings I felt a disposition to do equal justice. Abaft the wheel, coiled up in the rigging, an agreeable substitute for a bed of down, lay half obscured within the shadow of the lofty stern, another overdone toper--a victim of Neptune, not of the "jolly god"--but whose sensations have been experienced by many of the latter's pupils, who have never tasted other salt water than their own tears.
It has been said or sung by some one, that the "ear is the road to the heart." That it was so to the stomach, I already began to feel, could not be disputed; and as certain "guttural sounds" began to multiply from various quarters, with startling emphasis, lest I should be induced to sympathize with the fallen novitiates around me, by some _overt_ act, I hastily glided by the helmsman, who stood alone like the sole survivor of a battle-field--his weather-beaten visage illuminated at the moment with a strange glare from the "binnacle-lamp" which, concealed within a case like a single-windowed pigeon house, and open in front of him, burned nightly at his feet. The next moment I was in the cabin, now lighted up by a single lamp suspended from the centre of the ceiling, casting rather shade than light upon a small table--studiously arranged for supper by the steward--that non-descript _locum tenens_ for valet--waiter--chambermaid--shoe-black--cook's-mate, and swearing-post for irascible captains to vent stray oaths upon, when the wind is ahead--with a flying commission for here, there, and nowhere! when most wanted.