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    purpose,
    and removed the compass, that glistened to us like a human eye. Then
    filling up the vacancy with biscuit, we again made all tight, driving
    down the hoops till they would budge no more.

    At first we were puzzled to fix our compass. But at last the Skyeman
    out knife, and cutting a round hole in the after-most thwart, or seat
    of the boat, there inserted the little brass case containing the
    needle.

    Over the stern of the boat, with some old canvas which my Viking's
    forethought had provided, we spread a rude sort of awning, or rather
    counterpane. This, however, proved but little or no protection from
    the glare of the sun; for the management of the main-sail forbade any
    considerable elevation of the shelter. And when the breeze was fresh,
    we were fain to strike it altogether; for the wind being from
    aft, and getting underneath the canvas, almost lifted the light
    boat's stem into the air, vexing the counterpane as if it were a
    petticoat turning a gusty corner. But when a mere breath rippled the
    sea, and the sun was fiery hot, it was most pleasant to lounge in
    this shady asylum. It was like being transferred from the roast to
    cool in the cupboard. And Jarl, much the toughest fowl of the two,
    out of an abundant kindness for his comrade, during the day
    voluntarily remained exposed at the helm, almost two hours to my one.
    No lady-like scruples had he, the old Viking, about marring his
    complexion, which already was more than bronzed. Over the ordinary
    tanning of the sailor, he seemed masked by a visor of japanning,
    dotted all over with freckles, so intensely yellow, and symmetrically
    circular, that they seemed scorched there by a burning glass.

    In the tragico-comico moods which at times overtook me, I used to
    look upon the brown Skyeman with humorous complacency. If we fall in
    with cannibals, thought I, then, ready-roasted Norseman that thou
    art, shall I survive to mourn thee; at least, during the period I
    revolve upon the spit.

    But of such a fate, it needs hardly be said, we had no apprehension.
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