This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1886 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER IV. GOOD-BY TO THE GUARDO. "And we sailed away at close of day, Nor thought it rery hard'o, To leave behind in Wallabout Bay, Paddy D'yle and the old Guardo. VHEN I awoke in the morning I could hardly realize where I was, it seemed so strange not to hear the boatswain's hoarse cry, "Up all hammocks." I rubbed my eyes and thought that I must be dreaming. Raising myself up in my hammock and looking about, I was greeted with a "Ha, ha." Turning over on my right side I discovered Tom engaged in lashing his hammock. At the same time, I became conscious of a swinging motion in mine. "What's the matter, Steve? What makes you look so funny?" asked Tom. "Oh, nothing, only I was lost just for a moment," I replied, and jumping out of my hammock, in an instant more was on the deck. "We are under way, Steve; don't you feel the motion of the vessel?" I was now wide awake and in a moment more I had dressed, and proceeded to lash my hammock. The boys around us had now begun to stir, and byand-by, came creeping from under their blankets and in a few minutes all were preparing to go on deck. I left my hammock hanging in its place and followed the rest. As I passed the engineer's room I noticed that the clock gave the hour of five. Upon reaching the deck, I passed forward and accosted the watch on the forecastle, with the enquiry as to the length of time we had been under way. He gave me the desir.ed information, by saying that we were two hours out from the Brooklyn navy yard. As he did not seem inclined to be talkative, I left him and engaged myself in a search after Tom. I soon discovered him resting on a rail amidship, breakfasting on hard-tack and hot coffee. As soon as he discerned me he sang out, "get your pot, Steve, and go to the...