After, of course, his “something hot.”
Snug in his berth at eight o’clock
This ancient skipper might be found;
No matter how his craft would rock,
He slept,—for skippers’ naps are sound!
The watch on deck would now and then
Run down and wake him, with the lead;
He’d up, and taste, and tell the men
How many miles they went ahead.
One night ’twas Jotham Marden’s watch,