A Thousand-Mile Walp 
enjoying our fine store of salt mackerel and 
plum duff, with endless abundance of oranges. 
Not only was the hold of our little ship filled 
with loose, unboxed oranges, but the deck also 
was filled up level with the rails, and we had 
to walk over the top of the golden fruit on 
boards. 
Flocks of flying fishes often flew across the 
ship, one or two occasionally falling among 
the oranges. These the sailors were glad to 
capture to sell in New York as curiosities, or 
to give away to friends. But the captain had a 
large Newfoundland dog who got the largest 
share of these unfortunate fishes. He used to 
jump from a dozing sleep as soon as he heard 
the fluttering of their wings, then pounce and 
feast leisurely on them before the sailors could 
reach the spot where they fell. 
In passing through the Straits of Florida the 
winds died away and the sea was smoothed to 
unruffled calm. The water here is very trans- 
parent and of delightfully pure pale-blue color, 
as different from ordinary dull-colored water 
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