I had slept well in the night, and was now no more sea-sick, but very cheerful, looking with wonder upon the sea that was so rough and terrible the day before, and could be so calm and so pleasant in so little a time after. And now, lest my good resolutions should continue, my companion, who had enticed me away, comes to me; “Well, Bob,” says he, clapping me upon the shoulder, “how do you do after it? I warrant you were frighted, wer’n’t you, last night, when it blew but a capful of wind?” “A capful d’you call it?” said I; “‘twas a terrible storm.” “A storm, you fool you,” replies he; “do you call that a storm?

why, it was nothing at all; give us but a good ship and sea-room, and we think nothing of such a squall of wind as that; but