hter, with the rum on board,
came alongside. She was a sloop of fifty tons, called the Lark, and
belonged to three brothers, whose names I forget. She was secured to
the larboard side of the ship; and the hands were piped `clear lighter.'
Some of our men were in the lighter slinging the casks, others at the
yard tackle and stay-falls hoisting in, some in the spirit-room stowing
away. I was in the waist, bearing the casks over, down the hatchway;
none of us thinking that we should never mix our grog out of that
liquor."

"No, I suppose not," observed Anderson; "but we little know what the day
may bring forth."

"That's true as Gospel," said Ben.

"That's a very old saying, that every little helps. I did not think of
it at the time; but, you see, as we were clearing the lighter, almost
all the men were on the larboard side, and that must have brought the
ship down still more to port. Then, again, the water was not so smooth
as it was when we first careened her, and it began to wash into the
lower deck ports, and of course had no escape, so that there was very
soon a good weight of water in the lower deck. There were mice in the
ship, and they were disturbed by the water entering into their quarters,
and the men were catching them, and laughing as they swam about, little
thinking that it was to be a general swim so shortly afterwards. But
the carpenter was the first that perceived that there was danger; for
again, you see, the casks of rum, hoisted in, and lying on the decks on
the larboard side, before it could be lowered into the hold, made also a
difference; and so the carpenter went on the deck to the lieutenant, who
was officer of the watch, requesting that he would be pleased to order
the ship to be righted somewhat, as she could not bear it; but the
lieutenant gave a very short answer to the carpenter, who then went down
below."

"Who was the lieutenant on deck?" inquired Anderson.

"I don't recollect his right name--he was, I think, the third
lieutenant--he went by the name of `Jib and Foresail Jack,' for,
whenever he had the watch, he did nothing but up jib, and down jib, up
foresail, down foresail, every five minutes, always worrying the men for
nothing. He was not considered as a good officer, but a very
troublesome one. He had a knack of twisting and moving his fingers
about as he walked the deck, and the men were wont to say that `he must
have been a forty piany teacher.'"

"And where were the