The captain came down into the saloon very white and shaken, I thought, and I asked him to have a nip of whisky to warm him up, and to celebrate our good fortune in having run out of the wind.

He took the bottle and, to my alarm, poured out a full half tumbler of spirit, which he swallowed undiluted in two or three gulps.
"That's better!" he said with a hoarse laugh.

"But man, what is it you are saying about having run out of the wind?
Look at the glass!" "We have," said Bastin, "and it is wonderfully steady.

About 29 degrees or a little over, which it has been for the last three days." Again Astley laughed in a mirthless fashion, as he answered: "Oh, that thing! That's the passengers' glass.

I told the steward to put it out of gear so that you might not be frightened; it is an old trick.
Look at this," and he produced one of the portable variety out of his pocket.
We looked, and it stood somewhere between 27 degrees and 28 degrees.
"That's the lowest glass I ever saw in the Polynesian or any other seas during thirty years.