Tell you what it is, Mr.Higgins, there's that ar north star with a towel over her face again.

Sink me if there'll be any lunar took to-night." The captain shook his head, gave his Panama a tip, and walking aft, stood beside the binnacle watching the compasses for several minutes.

Then returning to where the officer of the watch stood, he resumed: "Never made a bad landfall in my life, Mr.Higgins.Never shall be said of Captain Price Bottom that he lost his reckonin'.

It's judgment; yes, Mr.Higgins, it's good judgment and sound sense what makes a good sailor.

A man may cram his skull till it hurts with Bowditch, but if he hain't sense he'll never be a sailor.