im to git out of it. I'll do the rest."

Solomon's advice was complied with. The cook--Thomas Crowpot by
name--was ordered out of the galley. The sea cook is said to be the
father of profanity. His reputation has come down through the ages
untarnished, it would seem, by any example of philosophical moderation.
Perhaps it is because, in the old days, his calling was a hard one and
only those of a singular recklessness were willing to engage in it.
_The Snow's_ cook was no exception. He was a big, brawny, black Yankee
with a claw foot look in his eyes. Profanity whizzed through the open
door like buckshot from a musket. He had been engaged for the voyage
and would not give up his job to any man.

"Don't be so snappish," said Solomon. Turning to the Captain he added:
"Don't ye see here's the big spring. This 'ere man could blister a
bull's heel by talkin' to it. He's hidin' his candle. This ain't no
job fer him. I say he orto be promoted."

With an outburst still profane but distinctly milder the cook wished to
know what they meant.

Solomon squinted with his rifle eye as if he were taking careful aim at
a small mark.

"Why, ye see we passengers have been swearin' stiddy fer a week," he
drawled. "We're wore out. We need a rest. You're a trained swearer.
Ye do it perfect. Ye ortn't to have nothin' else to do. We want you
to go for'ard an' find a comf'table place an' set down an' do all the
swearin' fer the hull ship from now on. You'll git yer pay jest the
same as if ye done the cookin'. It's a big job but I guess ye're ekal
to it. I'll agree that they won't nobody try to grab it. Ye may have
a little help afore the mast but none abaft."

This unexpected proposition calmed the cook. The prospect of full pay
and nothing to do pleased him. He surrendered.

An excellent dinner was cooked and served that day. The lobscouse made
of pork, fowl and sliced potatoes was a dish to remember. But the
former cook got a line of food calculated to assist him in the
performance of his singular duty. Happiness returned to the ship and
Solomon was cheered when at length he came out of the galley. Officers
and passengers rendered him more homage after that than they paid to
the rich and famous Mr. Girard who was among their number. That day
this notice was written on the blackboard:

"Thomas Crowpot has been engaged to do all the swearing that's
necessary on this voyage. Any one who needs his services wil