'My man, you've got your duty to do, and I've got mine.' And this he
repeated fifty times a day; so at last he went by the name of 'Old
Duty.' I think I see him now, walking up and down with his spy-glass
under his left arm, and the hand of the other pushed into his breast, as
if he were fumbling for a flea. His hat was always split and worn in the
front, from constantly taking it off, instead of touching it, when he
came on the quarter-deck; and, as soon as it was too far gone in front
to raise the purchase off his head, he used to shift it end for end,
bringing the back part in front, and then he would wear it, until, as
the Yankees say, it was in 'taterations altogether,' and he was forced
to bend a new one.

"Now, we had a boy on board, who entered one day when the captain landed
at Torquay to dine with a friend. His name was Jack Jervis: his father
and his whole tribe had been fishermen for as long as could be
remembered; and Jack himself had been drafted out of his cradle into a
coble; and there he had continued day and night, from one year's end to
another, helping his father to fish--so, you see, it had become second
nature to him; and, after he came on board, his liking for his former
calling still remained with him, and he never was so happy as when his
line was overboard, or when he was snooding a hook in some corner or
another. He went by the name of Jack the Fisherman; and a smart, active,
willing lad he was, sure enough.

"Now, there was a little difficulty between Old Duty and Jack the
Fisherman. Old Duty would not allow the lines to be overboard when the
ship was in harbor; as he said it was untidy in appearance, and that
there was always plenty of work, and no time for fishing. So Jack hadn't
pulled up his line ten or a dozen times before he was pulled up himself.
'Whose line's that?' says Old Duty. 'Mine, sir,' says Jack, touching his