The Silken East a
simple in his habits and ways, with weariness written about the corners of his red eyes. Ah ! they know their work, these men, if any one does ; and they do it, as the genuine sailor always does, thoroughly and without talk, and they race these ships of theirs, big as ocean steamers, round corners, and over shallows,
a creek at ebb tide
with less than a foot of water between them and a blasted reputation, with a skill and daring of which they are wholly unconscious. And I say nothing of the Clydesmen who rule the throbbing engines, and say even less than the skipper.
Besides the big steamers, there are numerous little