But with these constant winds, the sails once set, there was nothing more to do.

Meanwhile, when there was a veering about, the old black and his companions hastened to give a hand to the crew, and it must be confessed that when the colossal Hercules hauled some rope, they were aware of it.

This vigorous negro, six feet high, brought in a tackle all by himself.
It was joy for little Jack to look at this giant.

He was not afraid of him, and when Hercules hoisted him up in his arms, as if he were only a cork baby, there were cries of joy to go on.
"Lift me very high," said little Jack.
"There, Master Jack!" replied Hercules.
"Am I very heavy ?" "I do not even feel you." "Well, higher still! To the end of your arm!" And Hercules, holding the child's two little feet in his large hand, walked him about like a gymnast in a circus.

Jack saw himself, tall, taller, which amused him very much.