We had but just got the rigging coiled up, and were waiting to hear ``Go below the watch!'' when the main royal worked loose from the gaskets, and blew directly out to leeward, flapping, and shaking the mast like a wand. Here was a job for somebody. The royal must come in or be cut adrift, or the mast would be snapped short off. All the light hands in the starboard watch were sent up one after another, but they could do nothing with it. At length, John, the tall Frenchman, the head of the starboard watch (and a better sailor never stepped upon a deck), sprang aloft, and, by the help of his long arms and legs, succeeded, after a hard struggle,— the sail blowing over the yard-arm to leeward, and the skysail adrift directly over his head,— in smothering it and frapping it with long pieces of
