Flashing walls and crystal battlements, like the diamond watch-towers along heaven's furthest frontier.
After leaving the latitude of the Cape, we had several storms of snow; one night a considerable quantity laid upon the decks, and some of the sailors enjoyed the juvenile diversion of snow-balling.

Woe unto the "middy" who that night went forward of the booms.

Such a target for snow-balls! The throwers could never be known.

By some curious sleight in hurling the missiles, they seemed to be thrown on board by some hoydenish sea-nymphs outside the frigate.
At daybreak Midshipman Pert went below to the surgeon with an alarming wound, gallantly received in discharging his perilous duty on the forecastle.

The officer of the deck had sent him on an errand, to tell the boatswain that he was wanted in the captain's cabin.