A few convulsive heavings followed, then the English sailor remarked: "I think he has slipped his cable." Paul got quietly out of bed to ascertain the truthfulness of the sailor's remark and made a grab for the soup and bread at the same time the sun- bronzed arm of the sailor reached out for the wine.

Soon afterwards the nurse discovered that the patient had passed away and his body was carried to the dead house.
A couple of weeks later Paul was discharged from the hospital thoroughly cured, and eager to embark in anything that promised adventure.

He was anxious if possible to secure some ship bound for America, and for this purpose haunted the docks and watched every new arrival closely.

While sauntering around one morning he was accosted by a rough looking man who inquired if he was a sailor and wished to ship, Paul answered yes but that he wanted to ship on a vessel bound for the United States.

"Well," said the stranger, "I am the captain of the bark Pilgrim and am bound for Valparaiso, why not that trip ?" Paul absolutely refused to go around the Horn.