"That v'y'ge out in pertic'lar I remember that there was two weeks on a
stretch that not a soul aboard had more'n an hour's undisturbed sleep.
And that dog! Poor brute, I guess he thought Bill was goin' to heaven
and leavin' him behind ev'ry time the nigger started for the masthead.
"I most always," continued Cap'n Amazon, "seen to it myself that the
dog was chained when Bill was likely to go aloft. I liked that dog.
He was a gentleman, if he was black. And Bill was a good seaman, and
with a short tongue. The dog was about the only critter aboard he
seemed to cotton to. Nothin' was too good for the dog, and the only
way I got Bill to sign on was by agreeing to take the Newfoundland
along.
"Well, we got around the Horn much as us'al. Windjammers all have
their troubles there. And then, not far from the western end o' the
Straits we got into a belt of light airs--short, gusty winds that blew
every which way. It kept the men in the tops most of the time. Some
of 'em vowed they was goin' to swing their hammocks up there.
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