Except for the first day, before the beast got his sea-legs on, I had no peace of mind.

After that, actuated by a spirit born, maybe, of his pasturage, this incarnation of evil threatened to devour everything from flying-jib to stern-davits.

He was the worst pirate I met on the whole voyage.

He began depredations by eating my chart of the West Indies, in the cabin, one day, while I was about my work for'ard, thinking that the critter was securely tied on deck by the pumps.

Alas! there was not a rope in the sloop proof against that goat's awful teeth! It was clear from the very first that I was having no luck with animals on board.