In the mean time the quarter-deck received an accession of company. Mr.
Walker came up the companion-way, gaping and rubbing his eyes, and
carrying his jacket on his arm. With a short "good morning!" to Morton
he threw his jacket upon the hen-coop, proceeded to the lee gangway,
drew a bucket of water, and commenced his morning's ablutions. Captain
Williams next came on deck, and immediately looked round upon the
weather with a troubled and disappointed air, for it was now almost
quite a calm. Mr. Edwards and Dr. Bolton followed him--not that they had
any business on deck, or cared much about leaving the cabin or their
respective state-rooms oftener than was necessary; but it is not, or was
not, in my sea-going days, esteemed genteel for passengers, or any other
"idlers," to stay below while the steward was occupied with the mystery
of arranging the breakfast-table. Lastly, and to the surprise of the
whole company, Isabella, as lovely as the morning, and dressed in the
proper habiliments of her sex, ascended the companion-ladder. She was
greeted with paternal affection by the veteran commander, and with
sparkling eyes and a silent pressure of the hand by Morton. She received
and replied to their congratulations and compliments with crimsoned
cheeks and downcast eyes. The supercargo and doctor, who had, with most
commendable delicacy, kept out of the way the night before, were now
introduced, and after a few minutes of general conversation, the
steward informed Captain Williams that breakfast was ready.
The whole party, with the exception of Mr. Walker, who was now in his
turn "officer of the deck," accordingly descended to the cabin, where
they found the table covered with coffee and tea, _minus_ milk; cold
salt beef, cut into slices, of a thickness that would horrify a whole
community of fashionable ladies and gentlemen, allowing that so
exceedingly vulgar an article of "provent" as salt beef did not
previously throw them into hysterics as soon as presented to their eyes,
but which slices seemed to have been cut with the prospective intention
of filling up that vacuum that Nature, as far as I am acquainted with
her, seems to abhor more cordially than any other vacuum whatever; that
void space, I mean, that is apt to be found in a healthy human stomach
after a twelve-hour's fast. There was also a broiled chicken for the
express use and behoof of their fair messmate; fried pork and potatoes;
a large dish of fried fish, the produce of a fishing excursion the
afternoon preceding; another of boiled eggs; a third composed of
pilot-bread, soaked in hot water, toasted, and buttered; biscuit,
butter, and cheese.
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