Chapter 74 CHAPTER XXXV.

AND THE PITCH HOT.

"He is born for all weathers;

Let the winds blow high or blow low,

His duty keeps him to his tethers,

And where the gale drives he must go.

"The wind blew hard, the sea ran high,

The dingy scud drove 'cross the sky,

All was safe lashed, the bowl was slung,

When careless thus Ned Halyard sung."

Said the