to children; but now the dew began falling, and we went below to have
supper.

The fresh fruit and milk, and the slices of cold chicken, looked very
nice; yet somehow I had no appetite There was a general smell of tar
about everything. Then the ship gave sudden lurches that made it a
matter of uncertainty whether one was going to put his fork to his mouth
or into his eye. The tumblers and wineglasses, stuck in a rack over the
table, kept clinking and clinking; and the cabin lamp, suspended by four
gilt chains from the ceiling, swayed to and fro crazily. Now the floor
seemed to rise, and now it seemed to sink under one's feet like a
feather-bed.

There were not more than a dozen passengers on board, including
ourselves; and all of these, excepting a bald-headed old gentleman--a
retired sea-captain--disappeared into their staterooms at an early hour
of the evening.

After supper was cleared away, my father and the elderly gentleman,
whose name was Captain Truck, played at checkers; and I amused myself
for a while by watching the trouble they had in keeping the men in the
proper places. Just at the most exciting point of the game, the ship
would careen, and down would go the white checkers pell-mell among the
black. Then my father laughed, but Captain Truck would grow very angry,
and vow that he would have won the game in a move or two more, if
the confounded old chicken-coop--that's what he called the ship--hadn't
lurched.

"I--I think I will go to bed now, please," I said, laying my band on my
father's knee, and feeling exceedingly queer.