make yourself a terror."

[1] In sea-lingo (Pacific) DUTCHMAN includes all Teutons and folk from

the basin of the Baltic; SCATTERMOUCH, all Latins and Levantines.

"Come, Captain," said I, "there are degrees in everything. You know

American ships have a bad name; you know perfectly well if it wasn't for

the high wage and the good food, there's not a man would ship in one if

he could help; and even as it is, some prefer a British ship, beastly

food and all."

"O, the lime-juicers?" said he. "There's plenty booting in lime-juicers,

I guess; though I don't deny but what some of them are soft." And with

that he smiled like a man recalling something. "Look here, that brings

a yarn in my head," he resumed; "and for the sake of the joke, I'll give

myself away. It was in 1874, I shipped mate in the British ship Maria,

from 'Frisco for Melbourne. She was the queerest craft in some ways that

ever I was aboard of. The food was a caution; there was nothing fit

to put your lips to--but the lime-juice, which was from the end bin no

doubt: it used to make me sick to see the men's dinners, and sorry to

see my own. The old man was good enough, I guess; Green was his name;

a mild, fatherly old galoot. But the hands were the lowest gang I ever

handled; and whenever I tried to knock a little spirit into them, the

old man took their part! It was Gilbert and Sullivan on the high seas;

but you bet I wouldn't let any man dictate to me. 'You give me your

orders, Captain Green,' I said, 'and you'll find I'll carry them out;

that's all you've got to say. You'll find I do my duty,' I said; 'how

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