A Real Heavy Gale — 340
“Was you ever in a real heavy gale of wind?” “Warn’t I,” said I; “the fust time I returned from England it blew great guns all the voyage, one gale after another, and the last always wuss than the one before. It carried away our sails as fast as we bent them.” “That’s nothing unusual,” said Cutter; “there are worse things than that at sea.” “Well, I’ll tell,” sais I, “what it did; and if that ain’t an uncommon thing, then my name ain’t Sam Slick. It blew all the hair off my dog, except a little tuft atween his ears.”