A story of the wild voyages of the irrepressible Captain Buckingham in Southern seas.
"Never has the peculiar brand of humor which South America affords been more skillfully exploited than by Arthur Colton in The Belted Seas... It is a joyous book, and he were a hardened reader indeed who would not chortle with satisfaction over Kid Saddler's adventures in Portaic... Many of the stories are uproariously funny and recall Stockton at his best." --Cincinnati Enquirer.
s and hauling out canvas from below. Nobody seemed to tell me what was the matter. The Hebe Maitland's hull was any kind of a dingy black, but the rails, canvas, tarpaulins, and companion were all white. By the end of the day almost everything had modified. They'd got a kind of fore-shortening out of the bowsprit, and another set of canvas partly up that was dirty and patched. The boats were shifted and recovered, cupola taken off the cabin, and the whole look of the ship altered in mid-sea. Then Clyde came out of his cabin with a board in his hand, and they unscrewed the Hebe Maitland's name from forward under the anchor hole, and the Hebe Maitland in gilt was the Hawk in white.
I went off and sat down on a coil of rope, and the more I thought it over, the more I didn't make it out.
After that I heard lively talking forward a little, and there was Captain Clyde, the bos'n, mate, Stevey Todd, and some others arguing.
The bos'n was saying he hadn't "swor