CHAPTER II. 
The next Morning—Eating-—Mermaids—Cupid—A Sack of Bones on its 
Legs—Love—A Grandsire—She was a Woman—Chickens—A Black 
Son o’ the De’il—A Crack o’ the Claymore—Sublimity—Tropical Sight 
—Paternal Star—Cook—A Sense—Edge of the Trades—A Night— 
“ On Deck”—A Guess—A Look and Doubt—To be Dumbfoundcred —A 
Bird Note—Mouna-Kea—Christmas Eve—Watch-Fires of Angels— 
Birds—Fish—Homestead—Hawaiians—The Land—Moratai—Mooring 
—Landing at Honolulu—A Slice of Bull—Poi—The Death Wail— 
Hospitality—The Lover and his Destination—The Fur Hunter on the 
Back Track—The Professor of Psalmody. 
The next morning the storm was unabated. The furies 
seemed abroad. It was a cold sleety day. Both the at¬ 
mosphere and the ocean looked like maniacs. Not a shred 
of the visible world seemed at ease with itself! Commo¬ 
tion, perpetual growls, screams and groans, came up from 
the tempestuous deep ! Above were clouds, hurrying as 
from a falling world ! Below was the ocean shaking ! 
Eating on this day was attended to in a very slight degree. 
When the dinner bell rang we were all on deck, standing in 
utter abandonment, to whatever the Fates might have in re¬ 
serve for us. Not one would have broken a Christmas wish¬ 
bone with the prettiest girl living, to decide whether we 
should go below or be tumbled overboard. Captain Duncan 
was a skilful diagnostician in all such cases. He urged us 
below. But the thought of bringing our nasal organs into 
the full odor of bilge water, the steam of smoking meat, po¬ 
tatoes, and bean soup, arrested our steps. The good Cap¬ 
tain, however, pressed us with renewed kindness, and we 
dragged ourselves down to the table. Ye Mermaids, how 
could ye ever learn to eat at sea! How could ye, rocked to 
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