She was plunging into the head sea and rolling in a most astonishing manner, and from the way she yawed one might have said that a wild steer was at the helm.
On the morning of September 6 I found three flying-fish on deck, and a fourth one down the fore-scuttle as close as possible to the frying-pan.

It was the best haul yet, and afforded me a sumptuous breakfast and dinner.
The _Spray_ had now settled down to the tradewinds and to the business of her voyage.

Later in the day another droger hove in sight, rolling as badly as her predecessor.

I threw out no flag to this one, but got the worst of it for passing under her lee.

She was, indeed, a stale one! And the poor cattle, how they bellowed! The time was when ships passing one another at sea backed their topsails and had a "gam," and on parting fired guns; but those good old days have gone.