CHAPTER XI.
DOCTOR LONG GHOST A WAG--ONE OF HIS CAPERS GRAVE though he was at times, Doctor Long Ghost was a decided wag.
Everyone knows what lovers of fun sailors are ashore--afloat, they are absolutely mad after it.

So his pranks were duly appreciated.
The poor old black cook! Unlashing his hammock for the night, and finding a wet log fast asleep in it; and then waking in the morning with his woolly head tarred.

Opening his coppers, and finding an old boot boiling away as saucy as could be, and sometimes cakes of pitch candying in his oven.
Baltimore's tribulations were indeed sore; there was no peace for him day nor night.

Poor fellow! he was altogether too good-natured.

Say what they will about easy-tempered people, it is far better, on some accounts, to have the temper of a wolf.