Come Aboard, Cried the Gay Bachelor's Command

As this glad ship of good luck bore down upon the moody peaquad, the barbarian sound of enormous drums came from her forecastle. On the quarter deck, the mates and harpooners were dancing with the olive hued girls who had eloped with from the polynesian isles. While suspended in an ornamented boat, firmly secured aloft between the foremast and mainmast, three long island men with glittering fiddle bows of whale ivory were presiding over the hilarious jig. And as the two ships crossed each other's wakes, one all jubilations for things past, the other, all forebodings as to things to come, their