That's already somewhat frequent, methinks," he concluded, suppressing a yawn.
"Well, if we are to have any scraps," said "Bill," "we certainly must know how to work the ship and the guns.

For, as the skipper said, 'our own fire is our best protection.'" We bowled along at a good fifteen-knot gait, day after day and night after night.

The weather was magnificent and the climate delightful.

It was full moon, and such a moon as few of us had seen before--so bright that letters could be and were written by her silvery light.
Though drills of all sorts were of constant occurrence, there were times after mess when we could "caulk off" and enjoy the glorious weather.
Our experience of bad weather along the coast of New Jersey and Long Island had given us keen zest for the good conditions we were now enjoying.

We were sailing along in the warm waters of the Gulf Stream--the Gulf weed peculiar to that current slipping by as we forged through it.