The amount of melody which Barney could evoke from that antiquated fiddle was indeed wonderful.
He could rattle off jigs, and play and sing ballads by the score.
His voice was a fine baritone, and he sang well.
Pomp, on the other hand, was provided with a fund inexhaustible of negro melodies savoring of plantation days.
He played the banjo and the bones, danced a clog dance and could sing in a full tenor voice.
They played and sang to the company until completely exhausted. Captain Uriah’s sailors were particularly delighted and cheered them roundly.
Thus several hours were passed in the cabin.
Frank finally went to the barometer and cried, joyfully:
“The storm is over!”
“Hurrah!” cried Captain Uriah. “Let us go to the surface.”