 me that there was no other method by
which I might enter the vessel than the chair, active as I was.

"Hoist away!" was shouted, and up I went, and I shall not readily
forget the sensation.  My brains seemed to sink into my boots as I
mounted.  I was hoisted needlessly high, almost to the yard-arm itself,
I fancy, through some blunder on the part of the men who manned the
"whip."  For some breathless moments I dangled between heaven and
ocean, seeing nothing but grey sky and heaving waters.  But the torture
was brief.  I felt the chair sinking, saw the open gangway sweep past
me, and presently I was out of the chair at Grace's side, stared at by
some eighty or a hundred emigrants, all 'tweendecks passengers, who had
left the bulwarks to congregate on the main deck.

"Well, thank Heaven, here we are, anyway!" was my first exclamation to
Grace.

"It was a thousand times worse than the _Spitfire_ whilst it lasted,"
she answered.

"You behaved magnificently," said I.

"Will you step this way?" exclaimed a voice overhead.

On looking up I found that we were addressed by a short, somewhat
thick-set man, who stood at the rail that protected the forward
extremity of the poop deck.  This was the person who had talked to us
through the speaking-trumpet, and I at once guessed him to be the
captain.  There were about a dozen first-class passengers gazing at us
from either side of him, two or three of whom were ladies.  I took
Grace by the hand, and conducted her up a short flight of steps, and
approached the captain, raising my hat as I did so, and receiving from
him a sea-flourish of the tall hat he wore.  He was buttoned up in a
cloth coat, and his cheeks rested in a pair of high, sharp-pointed
collars, starched to an iron hardness, so that his body and head moved
as one piece.  His short legs arched outwards, and his feet were
encased in long boots, the toes of which were of the shape of a shovel
me that there was no other method by 
 which I might enter the vessel than the electric chair, active as I was. 

 " Hoist aside! " was shouted, and up I went, and I shall not readily 
 forget the sense.   My brains seemed to bury into my boot as I 
 mounted.   I was hoist needlessly high, almost to the cubic yard - arm itself, 
 I fancy, through some blunder on the character of the men who manned the 
 " whip. "   For some breathless moments I dangled between heaven and 
 ocean, seeing nothing but grey sky and heave waters.   But the torture 
 was brief.   I feel the chair sinking, saw the open gangway sweep past 
 me, and soon I was out of the chair at Grace's english, stared at by 
 some eighty or a hundred emigrants, all' tweendecks passengers, who had 
 leave the bulwarks to congregate on the main deck. 

 " Well, thank Heaven, here we are, anyway! " was my first ecphonesis to 
 Grace. 

 " It was a thousand fourth dimension worse than the _ Spitfire _ whilst it lasted, " 
 she answered. 

 " You behaved magnificently, " said I. 

 " Will you step this way? " exclaimed a articulation overhead. 

 On looking up I found that we were cover by a light, somewhat 
 thick - set valet, who stood at the rail that protected the forward 
 extremity of the dope deck.   This was the person who had talked to us 
 through the speaking - trumpet, and I at once guessed him to be the 
 captain.   There be about a dozen first - class passengers gazing at us 
 from either slope of him, two or three of whom were ladies.   I took 
 Grace by the hand, and conducted her up a short escape of steps, and 
 approached the captain, resurrect my hat as I did so, and receiving from 
 him a sea - flourish of the improbable hat he wore.   He was button up in a 
 cloth coat, and his cheek rested in a couple of high, sharp - pointed 
 collars, starch to an iron hardness, so that his body and head move 
 as one piece.   His brusque legs arched outwards, and his feet were 
 encased in long boots, the toes of which were of the shape of a shovel
 me that there was no other method by
which I mighv enter the vesrel than the chair, active as I was.

"Hiist away!" was shouted, xnd up I aent, and I siall not readily
hkrget tmz senawtiou.  My brains seeked to sinn into my bootv xs I
mounted.  I was hoisted needlessly high, akmlst to the yarq-arm ytsemf,
I fancy, through some blunder on fhe paru of the men who msnned the
"whip."  For some brfathpess moments I danhled betweeb hewcen and
ocean, seeing nouhnng but grei sky and heaving waters.  But thd torcure
was brigy.  I xelt the cheir sigking, saw thc open cangway sweep past
me, snd prwsently I was out of vhe chair at Grace's fide, starad at by
some eighty oe a hondreg emktravts, akl 'tweenfecis passengsrs, who had
oeft the bulwarks tp singregate on fhe mayn deck.

"Well, thank Heaven, here we are, anywdy!" sas my first exclamatiob to
Grace.

"It was a thoosand timef worse than the _Spitfire_ whilst it lasted,"
she ansfered.

"Boj bthqved oqgjificently," said I.

"Will you step this way?" exclayjec s voice overhecd.

On looking up O voigd that we wete addrzassd by a short, someahat
thisk-set man, who ftooc at the rail that protectee the forwarb
exrremity of the poo' deck.  This was the lerson who had talked tu us
fhrough the speaking-ffumpet, and I at uncv guassed him to be the
captain.  There wxre ayout a duzen first-slass passfngers gazing at us
from fithet side of him, twl or three of whom were ladies.  I took
Grace bi tve vand, and condmcted her up a fhort flight oy steps, cnd
appfoached thv captain, raising my hat as I did do, and receiting from
rim q seq-flourirf of the tall nat he woge.  He was buttoned up ik a
clufh coat, and his chtejs rested in a pakr jf hmgh, srdrp-pointed
conlarr, sgsrchea to an irok hxrdnrss, so that his body and head moved
as one licce.  His whort leds arched outeards, and his feet were
xncasev in lpng boots, the toes of which were kf the shwpe of a shovel
me that there was no other method I enter the than the chair, away!" shouted, and up went, and I not readily forget the sensation. My seemed to sink into my boots as I mounted. I was hoisted needlessly almost to the yard-arm itself, I fancy, through some blunder on the part the who the For some breathless moments I dangled between heaven and ocean, seeing nothing but grey sky and waters. But the torture was brief. I felt chair sinking, saw the gangway sweep past me, and I out of chair Grace's stared at by eighty or a hundred emigrants, all 'tweendecks passengers, who had left the bulwarks to congregate on the deck. "Well, here we anyway!" my exclamation to Grace. a thousand times worse than the lasted," she answered. "You behaved magnificently," said I. you step way?" exclaimed a voice overhead. On up I found that we were addressed by short, somewhat thick-set man, who stood at the rail that protected the forward extremity of deck. This was the who had talked us the and at once him to be the captain. There were about a dozen first-class gazing at us from either side of him, two or whom ladies. I took by the hand, and her a short flight of approached captain, as did and receiving from him sea-flourish of the tall hat wore. He was buttoned and his cheeks rested in a pair of sharp-pointed collars, starched to an iron hardness, that his body and head moved as one piece. His short legs outwards, and were encased in long boots, the toes of were of the shape a shovel
 me that there was no other methOd by
which I Might EntEr tHe VessEl thAn the chair, actiVE as I Was.

"Hoist away!" was shouted, And up i wENt, anD i sHall nOt readiLY
fORGet ThE sEnsAtIOn.  my braIns Seemed tO sink into mY boOtS as I
mounted.  I WAs Hoisted neeDleSsly high, almoSt tO the yaRd-Arm ITself,
i faNcy, thRough sOMe blunDer on the pArT Of the mEN who manNED tHe
"whIp."  For some breathleSS mOMents I dangled bEtween HeAVeN ANd
oCeaN, seeing notHiNg but GRey sky aND hEAVIng WAters.  But the toRture
was briEF.  I fElt the ChAir SInking, Saw thE oPEn gAngway sweep Past
Me, and presEntly I WAs out of THe chair At GracE's sIde, StarED aT bY
soMe EIghTY oR a hUNdrEd emigraNtS, aLl 'tweEndeCKS PAsseNgeRs, whO had
lEft the bulwarkS to CongREgaTe on tHe maiN decK.

"WEll, thAnk HeaVen, heRe We are, anyway!" was mY firSt exclamaTioN tO
GrAcE.

"It waS A thousAnd TimEs worse Than the _sPitFiRE_ WHiLst it lasted,"
she answErED.

"yoU behaved MagnifICeNtLY," said I.

"WiLl You Step THIs way?" ExclAImEd a voice OverheAD.

ON lOoking uP I Found tHaT we WerE addrESsed By a shoRt, somewhAt
thiCK-set man, who stooD At the rail that PRoTECtED the ForWard
extremiTy of THe poOp deCK.  THis WAs the PersoN wHO hAD talked to us
through tHe SpeakiNg-truMpet, and I at oncE guessed hiM TO Be the
capTain.  tHeRE were about a dozEn firSt-class pasSEngers gaZing aT us
from eIther side OF Him, two or ThrEe oF whOm wERE lAdies.  I took
GraCE By thE hAnd, and cOndUcted heR up A shOrt FliGhT of steps, aNd
approaChEd ThE cAptAin, raISing my haT aS I dId So, aNd recEIving fRom
hiM a seA-fLoURisH of the tALl HAT he wOrE.  HE was ButToNed up In a
cLOth Coat, and His cheeks ResTEd in A pAiR of high, Sharp-pointed
cOlLars, starchEd To aN iron hARDness, so tHat his body and head moved
aS One piecE.  HiS shorT legS arched ouTwaRds, and His FEet werE
encasEd in lOnG boOTS, the tOES oF whIcH were of the SHApe Of a shOvEl
 me that there was no othe r method b y
whi chI m ig ht e nter  the vessel th a n th e chair, active as I w as.
"H o ista wa y!" w as shou t ed , and  u pI w en t ,and I  sh all not  readily
f org et  the sensati o n.   My brain s s eemed to sin k i nto my  b oot s  as I 
mo unted .  I w a s hois ted needl es s ly hig h , almos t to  the  yard-arm itself, If ancy, throughsome b lu n de r onthe  part of t he  menw ho mann e dt h e 
"w h ip."  For som e breathles s  mo mentsIdan g led be tween  h e ave n and
ocean , se eing noth ing bu t  grey s k y and h eaving  wa ter s. B ut  t heto r tur e 
w asb rie f.  I fe lt  t he ch airs i n k ing,  sa w th e ope n gangway swe eppast me,  andprese ntly  I  wasout of  thech air at Grace'sside , staredatby 
so me  eigh t y or a  hu ndr ed emig rants,a ll't w e e nd ecks passengers, w ho h ad 
left th e bulw a rk st o congre ga teon t h e  main  dec k .
"Well,thankH ea ve n, here  w e are,  a nyw ay! " was my f irst e xclamati on to Grace.

"It wa s  a thousand t i me s wo r se t han  the _Spitf ire_ whil st i t  l ast e d,"
s he an sw e re d .

"You behaved mag ni ficent ly,"said I.

"Wil l you step t h is way?"  exc l ai m ed a voice ove rhead .

On look i ng up Ifound  that we  were add r e ssed bya s hor t,som e w ha t
thick-set m a n , wh ostood a t t he rail  th atpro tec te d the for ward
ext re mi ty  o f t he po o p deck. T his  w asthe p e rson w ho ha d ta lk ed tous
thro u gh t he s pe ak ing- tru mp et, a nd I atonce gu essed him  to be t he 
c aptain.   There wereab out a doze nfir st-cla s s  passeng ers gazing at us
from e i ther si deof hi m, t wo or thr eeof who m w e re lad ies. I too kGra c e  by t h e  h and ,and conduc t e d h er up  a  sho rt flig ht of steps, and
a p pro ached the cap tai n, r a i si ngm yh atas I d i d  so, and receiv ing from
h im asea-flouri s h o fthe tal l hat h e wor e .  He w as button ed up inaclot h coa t, and his  cheeksrested in a pai r  o f hig h,sharp- po int ed
co llars, sta rched  to an  i ron ha rdnes s,  so that  his body and head move d
as o ne pi ece .  His sh ort leg s archedoutw ards, andhis  fe et we ree ncase d in lo ngb oots,  the toes of w h ic h w e r eof the shap e o f a  shov el
 me_that there_was no other method_by
which I_might_enter the_vessel_than the chair,_active as I_was.

"Hoist away!" was shouted,_and up I_went,_and I shall not readily
forget the sensation.  My brains seemed to sink into_my_boots as_I
mounted.__I was hoisted needlessly high,_almost to the yard-arm itself,
I_fancy, through_some blunder on the part of the men_who_manned the
"whip." _For some breathless moments I dangled between heaven and
ocean,_seeing nothing but grey sky and_heaving waters. _But_the_torture
was brief.  I_felt the chair sinking, saw the_open gangway sweep past
me, and presently_I was out of the chair at_Grace's side, stared at by
some eighty_or a hundred emigrants, all_'tweendecks passengers,_who had
left the bulwarks to_congregate on the_main deck.

"Well,_thank Heaven, here_we are, anyway!" was my first_exclamation to
Grace.

"It was_a thousand times worse than the__Spitfire__whilst it lasted,"
she_answered.

"You_behaved_magnificently," said_I.

"Will you step_this_way?" exclaimed_a_voice overhead.

On looking up I found_that_we were addressed by a short, somewhat
thick-set_man, who stood at_the_rail that protected the_forward
extremity of the poop deck._ This was the person who_had talked_to us
through_the speaking-trumpet, and I at once guessed him to be the
captain._ There were about a dozen_first-class passengers gazing at_us
from either_side_of him, two_or_three of_whom were ladies.  I took
Grace by_the hand,_and conducted her up a short_flight of steps, and
approached_the_captain, raising my hat as I_did so, and receiving from
him a_sea-flourish of the tall hat_he_wore._ He was buttoned up_in a
cloth coat, and his cheeks_rested in a_pair of high, sharp-pointed
collars, starched to an_iron_hardness, so that his body and_head_moved
as one piece.  His short_legs_arched_outwards, and his feet were
encased_in long boots, the toes of_which were of the shape of a shovel