board appeared in danger of encountering adventures of as unpleasant a kind as they had known in the Gulf of St. Lawrence, if not worse. And certainly the prospect was dark indeed, when the captain himself could go so far as to hint at Bermuda as being by any possibility in their neighborhood. So Bart thought; and as he walked away there was a shade of anxiety on his brow.
As he walked forward he saw Solomon drawing some water for breakfast out of one of the barrels.
"Solomon," asked Bart, "how are we off for provisions this time?"
The sable functionary raised his aged form, and, holding the water-pail in one hand, with the other he slowly scratched his venerable wool.
"Wal, Masr Bart," said he, "dis yar time we ain't got no 'tiklar cause for 'ziety. Dar's a barl of salt pork, an two barls of biscuit, an dat ar's 'ficient for de 'quirements of dis yar company. Lucky for us, too, dat Cap'n Fuggeson cars for us. He put this pork an biscuit aboard for extry, an say dat we all boun to