THE CABIN.
My cabin occupied the after-half of the "trunk,"
(which extended two feet above the quarter-deck,)
and was six feet by ten. Two "bull's-eyes" gave me
a feeble light by day, and a kerosene lamp, which
creaked uneasily in its gimbals, by night. Two berths
let, one into either side, furnished commodious receptacles
for ship's stores. The carpenter, however, fixed
up a narrow bunk for me; and when I had covered
this with a brilliant afghan, and enclosed it with a pair
of crimson curtains, I was astonished at the amount
of comfort which I had manufactured for myself.
The narrow space in front of my cabin contained the companion ladder, the steward's pantry, the stove-*pipe, a barrel of flour, and a "room" for Mr. Sonntag. Forward of this, two steps down in the hold, was the officers' cabin, which was exactly twelve feet square by six feet high. It was oak-panelled, and had eight bunks, happily not all occupied. It was not a commodious apartment. The men's quarters were under the forecastle deck, close against the "dead-wood" of the "ship's eyes." They, too, were necessarily crowded for room.
Our course from Boston lay directly for the outer capes of Newfoundland, inside of Sable Island. Every one who has sailed down the coast of Nova Scotia knows the nature of the fogs which hang over the banks, especially during the warm season of the year; and we had our full measure of the embarrassing fortune which usually befalls the navigator of those waters.
We ran into a fog bank on the second day out from Boston, and for seven days thereafter were enveloped in an atmosphere so dense as completely to obscure the sun and horizon. We could, of course,
