The fine, three-topmast schooner _Ariel_, on a cruise around the world, had already been out a year from San Francisco when Jerry boarded her.

As a world, and as a white-god world, she was to him beyond compare.

She was not small like the _Arangi_, nor was she cluttered fore and aft, on deck and below, with a spawn of niggers.

The only black Jerry found on her was Johnny; while her spaciousness was filled principally with two- legged white-gods.
He met them everywhere, at the wheel, on lookout, washing decks, polishing brass-work, running aloft, or tailing on to sheets and tackles half a dozen at a time.

But there was a difference.