Then a Typhoon Came Up, and the Rudder Whizzed Around Like a Feather in a Breeze.

"My little boat was pitched about as if it had been a feather in a breeze. The front part of it was cleaving itself down into the water, the hind part was sticking up," he said. "The thunder began to roar, and the lightning flashed, and three gulls so nearly frightened to death that they began to turn up the whites of their eyes." He continued: 'Then i remembered that oil in the can, but jest as i was putting my fingers on the cork, my conscience smote me'