...o, with wet pea-jackets and mattresses, and the decks strewed with mouldy boots and shoes. Before we had been twenty-four hours at sea, the usual buglenote was sounded from the mast-head, and the Alabama had pricked up her ears in chase. It was another unfortunate whaler. The fates seemed to have a grudge against these New England fishermen, and would persist in throwing them in my way, although ...