“Soon as the twilight closed and I was able,
I left the cuddy and the folks at table
Reading the news; and heard not what they read,
For all I wanted was to find my bed:
Which, after searching ’tween decks all around,
Under a pile of hammocks there I found
All my clean sheets were scattered ’mongst the boxes,
My blankets, too, that I had bought at Cox’s,
Laid in a corner where a dog had lain,
And, curse the dogs! they’d stole my counterpane.