Harder than for any dashing young Janizary to run off with a sultana from the Grand Turk's seraglio.

Still, the thing could be done, for, by Jove, it had been.
What say you to slyly loosing every thing by day; and when night comes, cast off the band and swing in the cranes?
But how lower the tackles, even in the darkest night, without a creaking more fearful than the death rattle?
Easily avoided.

Anoint the ropes, and they will travel deftly through the subtle windings of the blocks.
But though I had heard of this plan being pursued, there was a degree of risk in it, after all, which I was far from fancying.

Another plan was hit upon; still bolder; and hence more safe.

What it was, in the right place will be seen.
In selecting my craft for this good voyage, I would fain have traversed the deck, and eyed the boats like a cornet choosing his steed from out a goodly stud.