"He was some man, and he must have been an old man even then." "He was, and a terrible man," she concurred, and added, almost reverently: "And a wonderful man." She turned her face to me.

"He was our mate.

The men were sea-sick and miserable and green.

But Mr.
Harding got the sail off the _Lallah Rookh_ just the same.

What I wanted to tell you was this: "I was on the poop, just like I am now, and Mr.Harding had a lot of those miserable sick men putting gaskets on the main-lower-topsail.