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The second mate turned out the watch below at four bells--six in the

The schooner was in the stream and all hands were needed to

work hose and brooms and clear off the coal-dust Mayo toiled in the

of black water till his muscles ached

There was one happy respite--they knocked off long enough to eat

breakfast It was sent out to thee,

metal pan without dishes or knives or forks

A white cook wash dishes for negroes?

Mayo knew the custom which prevailed on board the schooners between the

coal ports and the New England cities, and he fished for food with his

fingers and cut meat with his jack-knife with proper ain the cook passed aft, bearing

the zinc-lined hamper which contained the breakfast for the cabin table

That this cook had the complete vocabulary of others of his ilk was

revealed when thethe

ha ponderously on

board fro, cock-eyed, pot-colored

sons of a coal-scuttle when I ain't here to do it Turn away that hose,

you mule-eared Fiji!" He turned on Mayo, who stood at one side and was

poising his scrubbing-broom to allow the master to pass "Get to work,

there, yellow pup! Get to work!"