Or perhaps you don't fancy your bed-fellow.

Captain ?" "When, before the mast, I first sailed out of Whitehaven to Norway," said Paul, coolly, "I had for hammock-mate a full-blooded Congo.

We had a white blanket spread in our hammock.

Every time I turned in I found the Congo's black wool worked in with the white worsted.

By the end of the voyage the blanket was of a pepper-and-salt look, like an old man's turning head.