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ward, and the Guy Mannering hull down to leeward. 
But she soon made up on us, and passed to windward 
a mile or two astern, and now we begin to feel quite old 
acquaintances. 
Then on Saturday it blew hard, and we got away ahead 
again by dint of carrying on whilst the Guy Mannering 
lay-to under topsails and staysails. Her lying-to made 
us think she had ladies on board, or that something was 
the matter, and on Sunday she came up to us again and 
signalled, ' Have you a doctor on board?' and asked us 
to send him if possible. This was next to impossible as 
there was a tremendous kick-up of a sea after the gale, 
and a boat would have been smashed if lowered, so we 
stood by each other rolling our keels out and waited till 
the sea went down. 
After dinner the starboard whale-boat on our quarter 
was manned, and 'the doctor's carriage stops the way' 
was the cry. The doctor was titivating himself in his 
bunk, so the carriage hung a-waiting in mid-air. When he 
appeared at last we were all greatly pleased. Lately his 
habiliments have been sketchy, merely a few ragged white 
flannels in the middle of some long mahogany-brown ex- 
tremities, causing some remark. Willie Watson whispered 
to me the other day on this subject, ' Guide us, sir, 'twad 
gar the folks at hame look gash gin the doctur gaed doon 
the Hayne ¥ thae duds.' On this occasion the habiliments 
were beautiful, and did the ship and his profession credit. 
It is no easy thing to turn out neatly rigged on board 
ship, especially on a whaler, but it can be done, — the 
doctor proved it. 
