Why the captain of a ship should hold himself as if he were a little god, is a thing I have never been able to make out.

I'm sure you fellows obey orders on parade none the less promptly and readily because the colonel has been chatting with you in the mess-room half an hour before.

But don't let us waste time.

Archer, it's your turn for a song." And so merrily the hours passed away, until it was time to break up and put out the lights.

And as the young fellows laughed and sung, while the mist and rain came down pitilessly outside, they little thought what was preparing for the morrow, or dreamed that the churches in Sebastopol were crowded with Russian soldiers praying the saints to give them victory on the morrow, and to aid them to drive the enemies of the Czar into the sea..