him？　　I　guess　not！　　Well；　going　to　sea；　the　mate　told　him　to　go　aloft　and
  help　shake　out　the　foreto'gallants'l。　　Up　he　shins　to　the　foretop；　with
  his　spectacles　on；　and　in　a　minute　down　he　comes　again；　looking　insulted。
  Says　the　mate；　'What　did　you　come　down　for？'　Says　the　chap；　'P'r'aps　you
  didn't　notice　that　there　ain't　any　ladders　above　there。'　　You　see　we
  hadn't　any　shrouds　above　the　foretop。　　The　men　bursted　out　in　a　laugh
  such　as　I　guess　you　never　heard　the　like　of。　　Next　night；　which　was　dark
  and　rainy；　the　mate　ordered　this　chap　to　go　aloft　about　something；　and
  I'm　dummed　if　he　didn't　start　up　with　an　umbrella　and　a　lantern！　　But　no
  matter；　he　made　a　mighty　good　sailor　before　the　voyage　was　done；　and　we
  had　to　hunt　up　something　else　to　laugh　at。　　Years　afterwards；　when　I　had
  forgot　all　about　him；　I　comes　into　Boston；　mate　of　a　ship；　and　was
  loafing　around　town　with　the　second　mate；　and　it　so　happened　that　we
  stepped　into　the　Revere　House；　thinking　maybe　we　would　chance　the
  salt…horse　in　that　big　diningroom　for　a　flyer；　as　the　boys　say。　　Some
  fellows　were　talking　just　at　our　elbow；　and　one　says；　'Yonder's　the　new
  governor　of　Massachusettsat　that　table　over　there　with　the　ladies。'
  We　took　a　good　look　my　mate　and　I；　for　we　hadn't　either　of　us　ever　see　a
  governor　before。　　I　looked　and　looked　at　that　face　and　then　all　of　a
  sudden　it　popped　on　me！　　But　didn't　give　any　sign。　　Says　I；　'Mate；　I've　a
  notion　to　go　over　and　shake　hands　with　him。'　　Says　he　'I　think　I　see　you
  doing　it；　Tom。'　　Says　I；　'Mate　I'm　a…going　to　do　it。'　　Says　he；　'Oh；　yes；
  I　guess　so。　　Maybe　you　don't　want　to　bet　you　will；　Tom？'　　Say　I；　'I　don't
  mind　going　a　V　on　it；　mate。'　　Says　he　'Put　it　up。'　　'　Up　she　goes；'　says
  I；　planking　the　cash。　　This　surprised　him。　　But　he　covered　it；　and　say。
  pretty　sarcastic；　'Hadn't　you　better　take　your　grub　with　the　governor　and
  the　ladies；　Tom？'　　Says　I　'Upon　second　thoughts；　I　will。'　　Says　he；　'Well
  Tom；　you　aye　a　dum　fool。'　　Says　I；　'Maybe　I　am　maybe　I　ain't；　but　the
  main　question　is；　do　you　wan　to　risk　two　and　a　half　that　I　won't　do　it？'
  'Make　it　a　V；'　says　he。　　'Done；'　says　I。　　I　started；　him　a　giggling　and
  slapping　his　hand　on　his　thigh；　he　felt　so　good。　　I　went　over　there　and
  leaned　my　knuckle：　on　the　table　a　minute　and　looked　the　governor　in　the
  face；　and　says　I；　'Mr。　Gardner；　don't　you　know　me？　　He　stared；　and　I
  stared；　and　he　stared。　　Then　all　of　a　sudden　he　sings　out；　'Tom　Bowling；
  by　the　holy　poker！　　Ladies；　it's　old　Tom　Bowling；　that　you've　heard　me
  talk　aboutshipmate　of　mine　in　the　Mary　Ann。'　　He　rose　up　and　shook
  hands　with　me　ever　so　heartyI　sort　of　glanced　around　and　took　a
  realizing　sense　of　my　mate's　saucer　eyesand　then　says　the　governor；
  'Plant　yourself；　Tom；　plant　yourself；　you　can't　cat　your　anchor　again
  till　you've　had　a　feed　with　me　and　the　ladies！'　　I　planted　myself
  alongside　the　governor；　and　canted　my　eye　around　toward　my　mate。　　Well；
  sir；　his　dead…lights　were　bugged　out　like　tompions；　and　his　mouth　stood
  that　wide　open　that　you　could　have　laid　a　ham　in　it　without　him　noticing
  it。〃
  There　was　great　applause　at　the　conclusion　of　the　old　captain's　story；
  then；　after　a　moment's　silence；　a　grave；　pale　young　man　said：
  〃Had　you　ever　met　the　governor　before？〃
  The　old　captain　looked　steadily　at　this　inquirer　awhile；　and　then　got　up
  and　walked　aft　without　making　any　reply。　　One　passenger　after　another
  stole　a　furtive　glance　at　the　inquirer；　but　failed　to　make　him　out；　and
  so　gave　him　up。　　It　took　some　little　work　to　get　the　talk…machinery　to
  running　smoothly　again　after　this　derangement；　but　at　length　a
  conversation　sprang　up　about　that　important　and　jealously　guarded
  instrument；　a　ship's　timekeeper；　its　exceeding　delicate　accuracy；　and　the
  wreck　and　destruction　that　have　sometimes　resulted　from　its　varying　a　few
  seemingly　trifling　moments　from　the　true　time；　then；　in　due　course；　my
  comrade；　the　Reverend；　got　off　on　a　yarn；　with　a　fair　wind　and　everything
  drawing。　　It　was　a　true　story；　tooabout　Captain　Rounceville's　shipwreck
  true　in　every　detail。　　It　was　to　this　effect：
  Captain　Rounceville's　vessel　was　lost　in　mid…Atlantic；　and　likewise　his
  wife　and　his　two　little　children。　　Captain　Rounceville　and　seven　seamen
  escaped　with　life；　but　with　little　else。　　A　small；　rudely　constructed
  raft　was　to　be　their　home　for　eight　days。　　They　had　neither　provisions
  nor　water。　　They　had　scarcely　any　clothing；　no　one　had　a　coat　but　the
  captain。　　This　coat　was　changing　hands　all　the　time；　for　the　weather　was
  very　cold。　　Whenever　a　man　became　exhausted　with　the　cold；　they　put　the
  coat　on　him　and　laid　him　down　between　two　shipmates　until　the　garment　and
  their　bodies　had　warmed　life　into　him　again。　　Among　the　sailors　was　a
  Portuguese　who　knew　no　English。　　He　seemed　to　have　no　thought　of　his　own
  calamity；　but　was　concerned　only　about　the　captain's　bitter　loss　of　wife
  and　children。　　By　day　he　would　look　his　dumb　compassion　in　the　captain's
  face；　and　by　night；　in　the　darkness　and　the　driving　spray　and　rain；　he
  would　seek　out　the　captain　and　try　to　comfort　him　with　caressing　pats　on
  the　shoulder。　　One　day；　when　hunger　and　thirst　were　making　their　sure
  inroad；　upon　the　men's　strength　and　spirits；　a　floating　barrel　was　seen
  at　a　distance。　　It　seemed　a　great　find；　for　doubtless　it　contained　food
  of　some　sort。　　A　brave　fellow　swam　to　it；　and　after　long　and　exhausting
  effort　got　it　to　the　raft。　　It　was　eagerly　opened。　　It　was　a　barrel　of
  magnesia！　　On　the　fifth　day　an　onion　was　spied。　　A　sailor　swam　off　and
  got　it。　　Although　perishing　with　hunger；　he　brought　it　in　its　integrity
  and　put　it　into　the　captain's　hand。　　The　history　of　the　sea　teaches　that
  among　starving；　shipwrecked　men　selfishness　is　rare；　and　a　wonder…
  compelling　magnanimity　the　rule。　　The　onion　was　equally　divided　into
  eight　parts；　and　eaten　with　deep　thanksgivings。　　On　the　eighth　day　a
  distant　ship　was　sighted。　　Attempts　were　made　to　hoist　an　oar；　with
  Captain　Rounceville's　coat　on　it　for　a　signal。　　There　were　many　failures；
  for　the　men　were　but　skeletons　now；　and　strengthless。　　At　last　success
  was　achieved；　but　the　signal　brought　no　help。　　The　ship　faded　out　of
  sight　and　left　despair　behind　her。　　By　and　by　another　ship　appeared；
  and　passed　so　near　that　the　castaways；　every　eye　eloquent　with　gratitude；
  made　ready　to　welcome　the　boat　that　would　be　sent　to　save　them。　　But　this
  ship　also　drove　on；　and　left　these　men　staring　their　unutterable　surprise
  and　dismay　into　each　other's　ashen　faces。　　Late　in　the　day；　still　another
  ship　came　up　out　of　the　distance；　but　the　men　noted　with　a　pang　that　her
  course　was　one　which　would　not　bring　her　nearer。　　Their　remnant　of　life
  was　nearly　spent；　their　lips　and　tongues　were　swollen；　parched；　cracked
  with　eight　days'　thirst；　their　bodies　starved；　and　here　was　their　last
  chance　gliding　relentlessly　from　them；　they　would　not　be　alive　when　the
  next　sun　rose。　　For　a　day　or　two　past　the　men　had　lost　their　voices；　but
  now　Captain　Rounceville　whispered；　〃Let　us　pray。〃　　The　Portuguese　patted
  him　on　the　shoulder　in　sign　of　deep　approval。　　All　knelt　at　the　base　of
  the　oar　that　was　waving　the　signal…coat　aloft；　and　bowed　their　heads。
  The　sea　was　tossing；　the　sun　rested；　a　red；　rayless　disk；　on　the　sea…line
  in　the　west。　　When　the　men　presently　raised　their　heads　they　would　have
  roared　a　hallelujah　if　they　had　had　a　voicethe　ship's　sails　lay
  wrinkled　and　flapping　against　her　mastsshe　was　going　about！　　Here　was
  rescue　at　last；　and　in　the　very　last　instant　of　time　that　was　left　for
  it。　　No；　not　rescue　yetonly　the　imminent　prospect　of　it。　　The　red　disk
  sank　under　the　sea；　and　darkness　blotted　out　the　ship。　　By　and　by　came　a
  pleasant　sound…oars　moving　in　a　boat's　rowlocks。　　Nearer　it　came；　and
  nearer…within　thirty　steps；　but　nothing　visible。　　Then　a　deep　voice：
  〃Hol…lo！〃　　The　castaways　could　not　answer；　their　swollen　tongues　refused
  voice。　　The　boat　skirted　round　and　round　the　raft；　started　awaythe
  agony　of　it！returned；　rested　the　oars；　close　at　hand；　listening；　no
  doubt。　　The　deep　voice　again：　〃Hol…lo！　　Where　are　ye；　shipmates？〃
  Captain　Rounceville　whispered　to　his　men；　saying：　〃Whisper　your　best；
  boys！　now…all　at　once！〃　　So　they　sent　out　an　eightfold　whisper　in　hoarse
  concert：　〃Here！〃；　There　was　life　in　it　if　it　succeeded；　death　if　it
  failed。　　After　that　supreme　moment　Captain　Rounceville　was　conscious　of
  nothing　until　he　came　to　himself　on　board　the　saving　ship。　　Said　the
  Reverend；　concluding：
  〃There　was　one　little　moment　of　time　in　which　that　raft　could　be　visible
  from　that　ship；　and　only　one。　　If　that　one　little　fleeting　moment　had
  passed　unfruitful；　those　men's　doom　was　sealed。　　As　close　as　that　does
  God　shave　events　foreordained　from　the　beginning　of　the　world。　　When　the
  sun　reached　the　water's　edge　that　day；　the　captain　of　that　ship　was
  sitting　on　deck　reading　his　prayer…book。　　The　book　fell；　he　stooped　to
  pick　it　up；　and　happened　to　glance　at　the　sun。　　In　that　instant　that　far…
  off　raft　appeared　for　a　second　against　the　red　disk；　its　needlelike　oar
  and　diminutive　signal　cut　sharp　and　black　against　the　bright　surface；　and
  in　the　next　instant　was　thrust　away　into　the　dusk　again。　　But　that　ship；
  that　captain；　and　that　pregnan