"Whar away?" hollered the capting, clearin his glass (a empty black bottle, with the bottom knockt out) and bringing it to his Eagle eye. "Bout four rods to the starbud," screamed the boy. "Jes so," screeched the capting.  "What wessel's that air?" "Kickin Warier of Terry Hawt, and be darned to you!" "I, I, Sir!" hollered our capting.  "Reef your arft hoss, splice your main jib-boom, and hail your chamber-maid!  What's up in Terry Hawt?" "You know Bill Spikes?" said the capting of the Warier. "Wall, I reckin.  He can eat more fride pork nor any man of his heft on the Wabash.  He's a ornament to his sex!" "Wall," continued the capting of the Kickin Warier.  "Wilyim got a little owly the tother day, and got to prancin around town on that old white mare of his'n, and bein in a playful mood, he rid up in front of the Court 'us whar old Judge Perkins was a holdin Court, and let drive his rifle at him.  The bullet didn't hit the Judge at all; it only jes whizzed parst his left ear, lodgin in the wall behind him; but what d'ye spose the old despot did?  Why, he actooally fined Bill ten dollars for contempt of Court!  What do you think of that?" axed the capting of the Warier, as he parst a long black bottle over to our capting. "The country is indeed in danger!" said our capting, raisin the bottle to his lips.  The wessels parted.  No other incidents that day.  Retired to my chased couch at 5 minits parst 10. Wensdy.--Riz arly.  Wind blowin N.W.E.  Hevy sea on, and ship rollin wildly in consekents of pepper-corns havin been fastened to the forrerd hoss's tale.  "Heave two!" roared the capting to the man at the rudder, as the Polly giv a friteful toss.  I was sick, an sorry I'd cum.  "Heave two!" repeated the capting.  I went below.  "Heave two!" I hearn him holler agin, and stickin my hed out of the cabin winder, I hev. The hosses became docile eventually, and I felt better.  The sun bust out in all his splender, disregardless of expense, and lovely Natur put in her best licks.  We parst the beautiful village of Limy, which lookt sweet indeed, with its neat white cottages, Institoots of learnin and other evijences of civillizashun, incloodin a party of bald heded cullered men was playing 3 card monty on the stoop of the Red Eagle tavern.  All, all was food for my 2 poetic sole.  I went below to breakfast, but vittles had lost their charms.  "Take sum of this," said the Capting, shovin a bottle tords my plate.  "It's whisky.  A few quarts allers sets me right when my stummick gits out of order.  It's a excellent tonic!"  I declined the seductive flooid.