Your new mode of going a-pleasuring may be a very
excellent thing in its way, Willis; but it would not suit my taste."
"Probably not; nor mine either, for the matter of that, Master Jack."
"At all events," said Fritz, "you would run no danger of being upset
on the road."
"No; but, by way of compensation, you may be blown up."
"True, I forgot that."
"This conversation has carried us along another knot," said Jack,
opening the log, which he had been appointed to keep; "and now, by
your leave, I will read over some of my entries to refresh your
memories as to our proceedings.
"March 9th.--Wind fair and fresh--steered to north-west--a flock of
seals under our lee bow--feel rather squeamish.
"10th.--No wind--fall in with a largish island and four little ones,
give them the name of Willis's Archipelago.
"11th.--A dead calm--sea smooth as a mirror--all of us dull and
sleepy.
"12th.--Heat 90 deg.--shot a boobie, roasted and ate him, rather
fishy--passed the night amongst some reefs.
"13th.--Same as the 12th, but no boobie.
"14th.--Same as the 13th.
"Dreadfully tiresome, is it not," said Jack; "no wonder they call this
ocean the Pacific."
"Alas!" sighed Willis, thinking of the _Nelson_, "it does not always
justify the name."
"15th.--Hailed a low island, surrounded with breakers, named it
Sophia's Island.
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