2/13 They all seemed to take their cue from the captain, who was a drunken, blaspheming, and cruel vagabond. The first words he addressed to him were-- "I say, you young lubber, you must pay your footing." "I've got nothing to pay with. I brought no money with me." "Well, then, you shall give us your gran' clothes. Them things isn't fit for a cabin-boy." Eric saw no remedy, and making a virtue of necessity, exchanged his good cloth suit for a rough sailor's shirt and trowsers, not over clean, which the captain gave him. His own clothes were at once appropriated by that functionary, who carried them into his cabin. |