‘At last, running at the rate of two hundred and eighty six sea miles in twenty-four hours, we dodged out of the path of the hurricane, although the seas were still foamy and lumpy, and still paid sullen visits aboard occasionally.’
Two more chapters of the most rollicking of all rollicking yarns. Today, Ben has his hair permanently remodelled, old man Smith dies in strange circumstances, and feelings run high about a shark that follows the ship for several days and awakens superstitions in the older sailors.
For the rest of this series of posts:
Shanghaied out of Frisco in the Nineties by Hiram P Bailey – part 1