The order had hardly left his lips, when Harry, with a hearty “aye, aye, sir!” sprang into the cross-trees, and in a twinkling had reached the masthead, calling out in a voice which brought to the mind of each old tar that he had once a mother,—­“square away it is, sir.”

The captain could scarce believe his eyes; seeing by the smile upon the face of every man on deck, that he had been decidedly sold, he hailed him again.

“Mast-head, ahoy!”

“Aye, aye, sir.”

“Take your bearings from the fog bank to your leeward, and tell me how she heads.”

The boy hesitated; he “saw which way the wind blew,” and bethinking himself of a small pocket compass which he had about him, sung out, “East-south-east by east, sir, two points off.”  The man at the wheel responded, “East-south-east by east, two points off.”

It would not do; the captain saw that he had mistaken his man, and called all hands to pipe down.  As Mr. Sampson passed him, he doffed his tarpaulin, remarking, “I think, sir, the youngster will do very well for trying the strength of our cats.”

It was evident to Harry, before he had sailed many days under Captain Jostler, that he had one of the most tyrannical of masters.  He had been a perfect stranger to him when he shipped for the voyage, being a native of Canada, and from the frozen condition of his heart no one would have doubted it; had he been a Nantucket man, master Harry would have found it more difficult in getting away so privately; as it was, no inquiries were made of him.  How different was Harry’s situation from what it would have been had his father procured for him a berth; as it was, he was doomed to no common hardships, for the captain, having taken a dislike to him from the first, seemed to take pleasure in making him as uncomfortable as possible; and had it not been that he was a favorite with the crew, he would have suffered many times from exposure.  Many a cold, stormy night had he been ordered to take his turn in the watch, upon deck, in spite of the petitions of the men to fill his place; and he would walk the deck for hours, to keep from becoming benumbed with the cold; but, as his mother had predicted, the hardships and dangers to which he was exposed did not serve to dampen his spirits, and for that very reason, did the captain shower upon him many abuses; for in spite of his cruel treatment toward him, he never had had the pleasure of seeing him look anything but cheerful.  At such times, when the wind was howling fiercely, and the salt spray came dashing over the deck, freezing upon the cheek of the youthful mariner, but never penetrating that heart, which was warmed by the remembrance of other days, the boy would think of home, of his mother, and as he uttered the name of the Sea-flower aloud, those deep-toned voices of the sea would appear as if the wild reechoings of the tone; and the low moanings of the wind through the shrouds were of pity for that