every man jack o' them singin' 'Are we yet alive and see
each other's face,' Mrs. Evans sings it for them when
she's there.

"Then I get the vegetable dishes and bowls and
silverware and all that, and that's an excursion, and
they're all drunk, not a sober man on board. They sing
'Sooper up old boys,' 'We won't go home till mornin' and
all that, and crash! a cry bursts from every soul on
board. They have struck upon a rock and are going down!
Water pours in at the gunnel (that's just me with more
water and soap, you know), but I ain't sorry for them,
for they're all old enough to know that 'wine is a
mocker, strong drink is ragin', and whosoever is
deceived thereby is not wise.' But when the crash comes
and the swellin' waters burst in they get sober pret'
quick and come rushin' up on deck with pale faces to see
what's wrong, and I've often seen a big bowl whirl
'round and 'round kind o' dizzy and say 'woe is me!' and
sink to the bottom. Mrs. Evans told me that. Anyway I
do save them at last, when they see what whiskey is
doin' for them. I rub them all up and send them home.
The steel knives--they're the worst of all. But though
they're black and stained with sin, they're still our
brothers, and so we give them the gold cure--that's the
bath-brick, and they make a fresh start.

"When I sweep the floor I pertend I'm the army of the
Lord that comes to clear the way from dust and sin, let
the King of Glory in. Under the stove the hordes of sin