THE FISHERMAN’S BOY. 31

board beam, and that made her heel to
port!”

Here Rollo and Lucy burst into a loud fit
of laughter at the absurdity of sea language.
Jonas smiled, and waited patiently until they
had become still; and then he said,

“ All I know about it is, that is the way
the sailors do talk.”

“How do you know?” said Lucy.

“O, I have been to sea,” said Jonas.

«“ When was it?” asked Lucy.

“Never mind that now,” said Rollo; “I
want to hear the rest of this story.”

“Well,” said Jonas, “they went on pros-
perously until they came to the fishing-
ground and began to fish. ‘They anchored
the boat, and fished for some time, and the
fisherman let Jock pull up some of the fishes.
They were a good many miles from the land ;
but Jock was not afraid, for the water was
very smooth and still. In fact the wind all
died away; and in consequence of it the ship
could not get along, but she lay still upon
the water, about two miles from them, out to
sea, the great sails hanging idly against the
masts. Jock asked his father how they were
going to get home without any wind ; and his