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"Faith, sir, my rest is up, And what I now pull shall no more afflict me Than if I play'd at span-counter." Monsieur Thomas, IV. 9. Dyce accepts Nares' suggestion that pull means to draw a card; but if a player is standing on his cards, why should he want to draw a card?
And to nothing it came; though it must have very nearly come to something, for Mr. Nares disappeared immediately from view and was scarce less closely hidden than his captain. Johnson, on the other hand, I often met. I could never learn this man's country; and though he himself claimed to be American, neither his English nor his education warranted the claim.
We had thoroughly cleared out the three after-compartments of the ship: all the stuff from the main cabin and the mate's and captain's quarters lay piled about the wheel; but in the forward stateroom with the two bunks, where Nares had said the mate and cook most likely berthed, we had as yet done nothing. Thither I went.
After running through a perfectly clear sea for some distance, the weather being fine, Captain Nares determined to take his ships through the middle ice of Baffin's Bay, instead of passing round by Melville Bay. On the 24th of July the pack was entered, but the floes were rotten, and at first not more than 250 yards in diameter.
As like as not it'll come to grapples on the island; and when I heard your name last night and a blame' sight more this morning when I saw the eye you've got in your head I said, 'Nares is good enough for me!" "I guess," observed Nares, studying the ash of his cigar, "the sooner I get that schooner outside the Farallones the better you'll be pleased."
Now, maybe your partner's not quite fixed the same as you are; maybe he sees precious little difference between the one thing and the other." "You could not say truer: he sees none, I do believe," cried I; "and though I see one, I could never tell you how." "We never can," said the oracular Nares; "taste is all a matter of opinion. But the point is, how will your friend take it?
Dodd," he went on, lowering his voice, but not shifting from his easy attitude against the rail, "this ship is as sound as the Norah Creina. I had a guess of it before we came aboard, and now I know." "It's not possible!" I cried. "What do you make of Trent?" "I don't make anything of Trent; I don't know whether he's a liar or only an old wife; I simply tell you what's the fact," said Nares.
"I am just now deep in old MSS., correcting all that part of the Harleian catalogue which was left unfinished by Humphrey Wanley, and very imperfectly executed by Mr. Casley." The work done by Nares was supplemented by Stebbing Shaw, and Douce. The Rev. T. Hartwell Horne added a series of indexes, and published the catalogue in 1812.*
"And has it not occurred to you," I went on, "that all the Hoyts in creation couldn't have misled Trent, since he had in his hand that red Admiralty book, an official publication, later in date, and particularly full on Midway Island?" "That's a fact!" cried Nares; "and I bet the first Hoyt he ever saw was out of the mercantile library of San Francisco.
He is not going like Nares to face the perils of the far North. He is not going like A to face something else. He is not going to China, etc., and so on. After about the hundredth "he is not going," Lord Houghton, who was one of the guests, grew very impatient and interrupted the orator with: "Of course he isn't! He's going to New York by the Cunard Line. It'll take him about a week!"
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