or cut down.  Put him on an eminence of a couple of feet, and not see his legs, and you would say at a distance, “What a fine looking sailor!” but let him get down and walk up to you, and you would find that nature had not finished what she had so well begun, and that you are exactly half mistaken.  This malconformation below did not, however, affect his strength, it rather added to it; and there were but few men in the ship who would venture a wrestle with the boatswain, who was very appropriately distinguished by the cognomen of Jemmy Ducks.  Jemmy was a sensible, merry fellow, and a good seaman:  you could not affront him by any jokes on his figure, for he would joke with you.  He was indeed the fiddle of the ship’s company, and he always played the fiddle to them when they danced, on which instrument he was no mean performer; and, moreover, accompanied his voice with his instrument when he sang to them after they were tired of dancing.  We shall only observe that Jemmy was a married man, and he had selected one of the tallest of the other sex:  of her beauty the less that is said the better—­Jemmy did not look to that, or perhaps, at such a height, her face did not appear so plain to him as it did who were to those more on a level with it.  The effect of perspective is well known, and even children now have as playthings, castles, &c., laid down on card, which, when looked at in a proper direction, appear just as correct as they do preposterous when lying flat before you.

Now it happened that from the level that Jemmy looked up from to his wife’s face, her inharmonious features were all in harmony, and thus did she appear—­what is very advantageous in the marriage state—­perfection to her husband, without sufficient charms in the eyes of others to induce them to seduce her from her liege lord.  Moreover, let it be recollected, that what Jemmy wanted was height, and he had gained what he required in his wife, if not in his own person:  his wife was passionately fond of him, and very jealous, which was not to be wondered at, for, as she said, “there never was such a husband before or since.”

We must now return to the conference, observing, that all these parties were sitting down on the deck, and that Jemmy Ducks had his fiddle in his hand, holding it with the body downwards like a bass viol, for he always played it in that way, and that he occasionally fingered the strings, pinching them as you do a guitar, so as to send the sound of it aft, that Mr Vanslyperken might suppose that they were all met for mirth.  Two or three had their eyes directed aft, that the appearance of Corporal Van Spitter or the marines might be immediately perceived; for, although the corporal was not a figure to slide into a conference unperceived, it was well known that he was an eavesdropper.

“One thing’s sartain,” observed Coble, “that a dog’s not an officer.”

“No,” replied Dick Short.

“He’s not on the ship’s books, so I can’t see how it can be mutiny.”