Once a fox stole into the secret hiding-place, but the sailorman flapped his oars and frightened him away.

He was always triumphant.

To birds, to squirrels, to trespassing rabbits he was a thing of terror.

Once, when the air was still, an impertinent crow perched on the very limb on which he stood, and with scornful, disapproving eyes surveyed his white trousers, his blue reefer, his red cheeks.

But when the wind suddenly drove past them the sailorman sprang into action and the crow screamed in alarm and darted away.