And then, she sailed along in such a style, at one moment lifting so lightly, just like a frigate, with her topsails on the caps, that can't help going along.

At another time, as she turned a corner sharp up in the wind--wake as straight as an arrow--no leeway--I made all sail to sheer alongside of her, and, when under quarter, examined her close.

Never saw such a fine swell in the counter, and all so trim--no ropes towing overboard.

Well, Mr Simple, I said to myself, 'D--n it, if her figurehead and bows be finished off by the same builder, she's perfect.' So I shot ahead, and yawed a little--caught a peep at her through her veil, and saw two black eyes--as bright as beads, and as large as damsons.

I saw quite enough, and not wishing to frighten her, I dropped astern.