Beside them hung a ship's barometer, a sextant, and a clock that struck the "bells," instead of the hours as the landsman understands them.

In the corner stood the captain's big boots and his oilskins hung above them.

His Sunday cane was there also.

And on the bureau was a worn, heavy Bible.
Dr.Parker brushed by the others and bent over the bed.
"Well, cap'n," he said cheerily, "how's she headed?
How are you feeling now ?" The old face on the pillow smiled feebly.
"She's headed for home, I guess, doc," said Captain Eben.

"Bound for home, and the harbor light broad abeam, I cal'late." "Oh, no! you'll make a good many voyages yet." "Not in this hulk, I won't, doctor.