Rum! Ye c'u'd ha' floated the Marilla, insurance and all, in fwhat they stowed aboard her.

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 c'u'd 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.