But if I was willing to sleep on deck, and assist in working ship and doing other duty, he would cheerfully give me a passage.

I accepted his offer on these conditions, and thanked him into the bargain.
We left Savannah on our way to Boston.

My heart beat quicker at the idea of returning home.

The wind proved light and baffling on the passage, and as we drew towards the north, the weather was foggy with drizzling rains.

My quarters on deck, under the lee of a bale of cotton, were any thing but comfortable.