Shoes and stockings in hand you ford the shallow river, then, shod again, you begin the long ascent.

You will need four good hours, or five, for you are not a landsman, your shoes hurt you, and you would rather reef top-sails--aye, and take the lee earing, too, in any gale and a score of times, than breast that mountain.

It cannot be helped.

It is a hard life, though there are lazy days in the summer months, when the wind will do your work for you.

You must live, and earn your share; though they call you the master, neither boat nor cargo are yours, and you have to earn that share by harder work and with greater anxiety than the rest.