By the time we had hoisted the jib, and made all secure, we were out far enough to feel the full force of the stiff breeze, the _Adele_ careening until her rail was awash, the white canvas soaring above us against the misty blue of the sky.
There was little to be done after the ropes had been coiled away, and we were fairly out into the broader reaches of the Bay.

The wind held steady, requiring no shifting of canvas, so Sam, having dispatched the negro below to prepare lunch, and stationed Carr forward as lookout, called me aft to the wheel.

He was a rather pleasant-faced fellow, yellow as saffron, with rings in his ears, and a wide mouth perpetually grinning.
"Massa Fairfax he say you real sailorman," he began, looking me over carefully, with a nod of his head toward the group at the rail.

"Dat so ?" "Yes; I have been a number of years at sea." "Dat what he say; dat he done bought yer fer dat reason mostly.

Ah reckon den ye kin steer dis boat ?" "I certainly can." "So?
Den Ah's sure goin' fer ter let yer try right now.