And as for My royal old Viking, he was one of those individuals who seldom speak, unless personally addressed.
Besides, all that by day was necessary to navigating the Parki was, that--somebody should stand at the helm; the craft being so small, and the grating, whereon the steersman stood, so elevated, that he commanded a view far beyond the bowsprit; thus keeping Argus eyes on the sea, as he steered us along.

In all other respects we left the brigantine to the guardianship of the gentle winds.
My own turn at the helm--for though commander, I felt constrained to do duty with the rest--came but once in the twenty-four hours.

And not only did Jarl and Samoa, officiate as helmsmen, but also Dame Annatoo, who had become quite expert at the business.

Though Jarl always maintained that there was a slight drawback upon her usefulness in this vocation.

Too much taken up by her lovely image partially reflected in the glass of the binnacle before her, Annatoo now and then neglected her duty, and led us some devious dances.