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veyed the watery expanse seeking for a sacri- 
fice. A grey beard smeared with tar, hung 
down to his knees, and, probably as a symbol 
of his marine dominion, instead of a crown, his 
head was decorated by a leathern pail. Before 
him lay a large open book, and a pen was 
stuck behind his ear, to write down the names 
of the ships which sailed by. The exact pur- 
pose of this I could not understand, but the 
effect was equally good. Upon the lower step 
of the throne stood two full-cheeked sailors, 
very much painted, holding bellows, to re- 
present the Winds ready to produce a raging 
whirlwind at the nod of their ruler. The God 
seemed in a very ill humour, till at the ap- 
pearance of a three-masted ship, made of some 
planks nailed together, his visage suddenly 
cleared. The crew of the vessel, which was 
in full sail, pointed to the Cape, and appeared 
to rejoice in the expectation of doubling it 
safely. Then did the God Horn give the omi- 
nous nod, and the bellows began to work. The 
ship took in her sails with all possible expe- 
dition, but was nevertheless terribly tossed 
about. The crew, in danger of perishing, of- 
