“It seems unnatural, and I can hardly believe it, when I look back on it, but it’s a fact, that I was beginning to get used to the situation.  We had plenty to eat, the weather was fine—­in fact, there was now only breeze enough to make things cool and comfortable.  I was head-man on that vessel, and Miss Minturn might come on deck at any moment, and as long as I could forget that there was a Water-devil fastened to the bottom of the vessel, there was no reason why I should not be perfectly satisfied with things as they were.  And if things had stayed as they were, for two or three months, I should have been right well pleased, especially since Miss Minturn’s maid, by order of her mistress, had begun to cook my meals, which she did in a manner truly first-class.  I believed then, and I stand to it now, that there is do better proof of a woman’s good feeling toward a man, than for her to show an interest in his meals.  That’s the sort of sympathy that comes home to a man, and tells on him, body and soul.”

As the marine made this remark, he glanced at the blacksmith’s daughter; but that young lady had taken up her sewing and appeared to be giving it her earnest attention.  He then went on with his story.

“But things did not remain as they were.  The next morning, about half an hour after breakfast, I was walking up and down the upper deck, smoking my pipe, and wondering when Miss Minturn would be coming up to talk to me about the state of affairs, when suddenly I felt the deck beneath me move with a quick, sharp jerk, something like, I imagine, a small shock of an earthquake.

“Never, in all my life, did the blood run so cold in my veins; my legs trembled so that I could scarcely stand.  I knew what had happened,—­the Water-devil had begun to haul upon the ship!

“I was in such a state of collapse that I did not seem to have any power over my muscles; but for all that, I heard Miss Minturn’s voice at the foot of the companion-way, and knew that she was coming on deck.  In spite of the dreadful awfulness of that moment, I felt it would never do for her to see me in the condition I was in, and so, shuffling and half-tumbling, I got forward, went below, and made my way to the steward’s room, where I had already discovered some spirits, and I took a good dram; for although I am not by any means an habitual drinker, being principled against that sort of thing, there are times when a man needs the support of some good brandy or whiskey.

“In a few minutes I felt more like myself, and went on deck, and there was Miss Minturn, half-scared to death.  ’What is the meaning of that shock?’ she said; ‘have we struck anything?’ ‘My dear lady,’ said I, with as cheerful a front as I could put on, ’I do not think we have struck anything.  There is nothing to strike.’  She looked at me for a moment like an angel ready to cry, and clasping her hands, she said, ’Oh, tell me, sir, I pray you, sir, tell me what has happened.