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- not but fancy, that if upon no other account, our society must please
him, as rendering less afflictive the tyranny of his spouse.
For a hen-pecked husband, by the way, Samoa was a most terrible fellow
to behold. And though, after all, I liked him; it was as you fancy a
fiery steed with mane disheveled, as young Alexander fancied
Bucephalus; which wild horse, when he patted, he preferred holding by
the bridle. But more of Samoa anon.
Our course determined, and the command of the vessel tacitly yielded up
to myself, the next thing done was to put every thing in order. The
tattered sails were replaced by others, dragged up from the sail- room
below; in several places, new running-rigging was rove; blocks
restrapped; and the slackened stays and shrouds set taught. For all of
which, we were mostly indebted to my Viking’s unwearied and skillful
marling-spike, which he swayed like a scepter.
The little Parki’s toilet being thus thoroughly made for the first time
since the massacre, we gave her new raiment to the breeze, and daintily
squaring her yards, she gracefully glided away; honest old Jarl at the
helm, watchfully guiding her path, like some devoted old foster-father.
As I stood by his side like a captain, or walked up and down on the
quarter-deck, I felt no little importance upon thus assuming for the
first time in my life, the command of a vessel at sea. The novel
circumstances of the case only augmented this feeling; the wild and
remote seas where we were; the character of my crew, and the
consideration, that to all purposes, I was owner, as well as commander
of the craft I sailed.
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