sheep-pen,—­ and half a dozen miserable sheep floating among them, wet through, and not a little frightened at the sudden change that had come upon them.  As soon as the sea had washed by, all hands sprang up out of the forecastle to see what had become of the ship; and in a few moments the cook and Old Bill crawled out from under the galley, where they had been lying in the water, nearly smothered, with the galley over them.  Fortunately, it rested against the bulwarks, or it would have broken some of their bones.  When the water ran off, we picked the sheep up, and put them in the long-boat, got the galley back in its place, and set things a little to rights; but, had not our ship had uncommonly high bulwarks and rail, everything must have been washed overboard, not excepting Old Bill and the cook.  Bill had been standing at the galley-door, with the kid of beef in his hand for the forecastle mess, when away he went, kid, beef, and all.  He held on to the kid to the last, like a good fellow, but the beef was gone, and when the water had run off we saw it lying high and dry, like a rock at low tide,—­ nothing could hurt that.  We took the loss of our beef very easily, consoling ourselves with the recollection that the cabin had more to lose than we; and chuckled not a little at seeing the remains of the chicken-pie and pancakes floating in the scuppers. ``This will never do!’’ was what some said, and every one felt.  Here we were, not yet within a thousand miles of the latitude of Cape Horn, and our decks swept by a sea not one half so high as we must expect to find there.  Some blamed the captain for loading his ship so deep when he knew what he must expect; while others said that the wind was always southwest, off the Cape, in the winter, and that, running before it, we should not mind the seas so much.  When we got down into the forecastle, Old Bill, who was somewhat of a croaker,—­ having met with a great many accidents at sea,—­ said that, if that was the way she was going to act, we might as well make our wills, and balance the books at once, and put on a clean shirt. ``’Vast there, you bloody old owl! you’re always hanging out blue lights!  You’re frightened by the ducking you got in the scuppers, and can’t take a joke!  What’s the use in being always on the lookout for Davy Jones?’’ ``Stand by!’’ says another, ``and we’ll get an afternoon watch below, by this scrape’’; but in this they were disappointed, for at two bells all hands were called and set to work, getting lashings upon everything on deck; and the captain talked of sending down the long top-gallant-masts; but as the sea went down toward night, and the wind hauled abeam, we left them standing, and set the studding-sails.

The next day all hands were turned-to upon unbending the old sails, and getting up the new ones; for a ship, unlike people on shore, puts on her best suit in bad weather.  The old sails were sent down, and three new topsails, and new fore and main courses, jib, and fore-topmast staysail, which were made on the coast and never had been used, were bent, with a complete set of new earings, robands, and reef-points; and reef-tackles were rove to the courses, and spilling-lines to the topsails.  These, with new braces and clew-lines fore and aft, gave us a good suit of running rigging.