They lef' Boston Harbour for the great Grand Bank wid a roarin' nor'wester behind 'em an' all hands full to the bung.

An' the hivens looked after thim, for divil a watch did they set, an' divil a rope did they lay hand to, till they'd seen the bottom av a fifteen-gallon cask o' bug-juice.

That was about wan week, so far as Counahan remembered.

(If I cud only tell the tale as he told ut!) All that whoile the wind blew like ould glory, an' the _Marilla_--'twas summer, and they'd give her a foretopmast--struck her gait and kept ut.

Then Counahan tuk the hog-yoke an' thrembled over it for a whoile, an' made out, betwix' that an' the chart an' the singin' in his head, that they was to the south'ard o' Sable Island, gettin' along glorious, but speakin' nothin'.