5/18 As he rolled out I rubbed my eyes. The hammock had swiftly returned to its former position! "It isn't hoodooed," grinned "Bill." "Just look here." He hauled up on the head clews and presently a five-inch shell appeared above the top of the reel. The shell was fastened to the end of the hammock lashing, at the other end of which was attached the ring. The lashing led over the hook, and the weight of the shell was just sufficient to keep the hammock in its place. As I finished inspecting the clever contrivance, the boatswain's mate piped tattoo. |