Still, that didn’t seem to soothe ’em, for there
warn’t no wind, you know!
Yas, sir, spite of all that churnin’, warn’t a whis-
per of a breeze
—No excuse for all that upset and those strange
and dretful seas.
Couldn’t spy a thing around us—every way
’twas pitchy black,
And I couldn’t seem to comfort them poor crit-
ters on my back.