stirred, there was no speech of man; and the sea being exceeding high

outside, and the reef close to where the schooner lay, the clamour of

the surf hung round her like the sound of battle.

'Ohe la goelette!' sang out the doctor, with his best voice.

Instantly, from the house where they had been stowing away stores, first

Davis, and then the ragamuffin, swarthy crew made their appearance.

'Hullo, Hay, that you?' said the captain, leaning on the rail. 'Tell the

old man to lay her alongside, as if she was eggs. There's a hell of a

run of sea here, and his boat's brittle.'

The movement of the schooner was at that time more than usually violent.

Now she heaved her side as high as a deep sea steamer's, and showed the

flashing of her copper; now she swung swiftly toward the boat until her

scuppers gurgled.

'I hope you have sea legs,' observed the doctor. 'You will require

them.'

Indeed, to board the Farallone, in that exposed position where she lay,

was an affair of some dexterity. The less precious goods were hoisted

roughly in; the chronometer, after repeated failures, was passed gently

and successfully from hand to hand; and there remained only the more

difficult business of embarking Huish. Even that piece of dead weight

(shipped A.B. at eighteen dollars, and described by the captain to the

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