Then Muggins removed his pipe and said—
“Wot ever caused the doldrums?”
“That’s more nor I can tell,” said Larry; “all I know about them is, that it’s aisy to git into them, but uncommon hard to git out again. If my ould grandmother was here, she’d be able to tell us, I make no doubt, but she’s in Erin, poor thing, ’mong the pigs and the taties.”
“Wot could she tell about the doldrums?” said Muggins, with a look of contempt.
“More nor ye think, boy; sure there isn’t nothin’ in the univarse but she can spaik about, just like a book, an’ though she niver was in the doldrums as far as I knows, she’s been in the dumps often enough; maybe it’s cousins they are. Anyhow she’s not here, an’ so we must be contint with spekilation.”
“What’s that you say, Larry?” inquired the captain, who walked towards the bow at the moment.
The cook explained his difficulty.
“Why, there’s no mystery about the doldrums,” said Captain Dall. “I’ve read a book by an officer in the United States navy which explains it all, and the Gulf Stream, and the currents, an’ everything. Come, I’ll spin you a yarn about it.”
Saying this, the captain filled and lighted his pipe, and seating himself on the shank of the anchor, said—
“You know the cause of ocean currents, I dare say?”