"I can't say as I sees anything much out of the common about it, so far,
Mr Fortescue. The wind's dropped a bit more than's quite usual,
certainly; but I don't know as there's very mich in that. And then
there's this here thickness o' the hatmosphere--well, that may or may
not mean somethin', but I don't see anything alarmin' about it just yet.
Why d'ye ask the question, sir? Is the glass droppin' at all?"
"It has dropped nearly an inch since it was set last night," I answered.
"Phew! Nearly an inch since eight bells last night!" ejaculated the old
salt, with an air of concern. "That means, sir, that it have fallen
that little lot since midnight; for I looked at it then, when Mr Keene
relieved me, and it hadn't dropped nothin' then."
"Then what is going to happen?" I demanded. "Are we going to have a
hurricane?"
"I should say yes, Mr Fortescue, most decidedly," answered Tasker.
"And yet," he continued, again carefully scanning the sky, "I must
confess I don't see nothin' very alarmin' up there at present. I s'pose
the mercury bag haven't sprung a leak, by no chance, have it? This here
sudden drop reminds me of a yarn a shipmate of mine once told me about a
scare he had when he was in the sloop _Pyramus_ in the Indian Ocean,
outward bound to the China station. The scare started with a sudden
fall of the barometer, just as it might be in this here present case,
and it went on droppin' until the skipper began to think he was booked
for the biggest blow as ever come away out o' the 'eavens. He started
by sendin' down royal and t'gallan' yards and housin' the t'gallan'
masts. Then, as the mercury still went on droppin', he shortened sail
to close-reefed fore and main taups'ls, sent the t'gallan' masts down on
deck, and housed the topmasts. While this work was goin' on the mercury
kept fallin' until it sank out o' sight altogether; and the skipper had
actually given the order to furl the taups'ls and send the yards and
masts down when the cabin steward happened to make the discovery that
the mercury bag had busted and the mercury from the barometer was
rollin' in little balls all over the cabin floor! My mate told me that
the time in which they got that there _Pyramus_ ataunto again, that day,
and the royals upon her, was never a'terwards beaten!"
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