A SQUALL IN THE GERMAN OCEAN.
"Mr. Cleats!" said Professor Hamblin, in the most sternly solemn and impressive manner, as he rushed up to the adult boatswain of the Josephine.
"Here, sir!" responded the old salt, touching his cap as politely as though the learned gentleman had been an admiral.
"I want a boat, sir," continued the professor, fiercely.
"Your honor must apply to the captain," answered Cleats, touching his cap again.
"I have applied to him, and he has refused me. I desire you to take a boat, and row me to the ship. The carpenter can assist you."
"Bless your honor's heart, I can't go without the captain's orders," added Cleats, opening his eyes as wide as though he had been invited to head a mutiny.
"I will protect you from any harm, Mr. Cleats. I will represent the matter to Mr. Lowington."
"I never do anything, your honor, without orders from the captain. It would be mutiny for me to do so, and I should be hung at the fore yard-arm."
"Nonsense, Mr. Cleats! Will you listen to reason?"