Sailing to windward, no gale could bow her over: with spars erect, she looked right up into the wind's eye, and so she went.
But after all, Little Jule was not to be confided in.

Lively enough, and playful she was, but on that very account the more to be distrusted.

Who knew, but that like some vivacious old mortal all at once sinking into a decline, she might, some dark night, spring a leak and carry us all to the bottom.

However, she played us no such ugly trick, and therefore, I wrong Little Jule in supposing it.
She had a free roving commission.

According to her papers she might go whither she pleased--whaling, sealing, or anything else.