Rain started to pummel the roof of the pavilion, which coalesced into sheets and rumbled to the cement below. Soot was everywhere, for the lamp would not stay trimmed in the gale. The wheel and the navigating instruments were sternward, under a spread of heavy canvas, a protection against rain and sun. He was always deceived by these rustlings which promised wind and seldom fulfilled that promise. “How’s the star?” John’s father asked. Probably his first serious bout with John Barleycorn. In the beginning it was a dictionary. Notwithstanding the heat of the season,—which was not, however, found particularly inconvenient in this subterranean region,—a large heaped-up fire blazed ruddily in one corner, and lighted up a circle of as villanous countenances as ever flame shone upon.
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