A bunch of rope yarns

_I speak of Mary Bennett Holden, a young woman of leisure, who, for two years chose to employ her time in uplifting work among seamen, and made upon them the impression of a swe...

The old man lighted his pipe and smoked till he fell asleep. About ten o’clock the two maidens looked in and the oldest said, “Father, it’s time for prayers.” The old man shook...

There was a certain steamer in port. It was mid-winter. I went on board the day she docked. Such a dismal sight! Every man forward was discontented and disgruntled. The dark for...

It always seemed to me that the lucky bag on a man-of-war was wrongly named. To the few it was a lucky bag, but to the large majority of seamen it was the unlucky bag.

It was the duty of one man to care for the float which was used as a landing at the wharf off which the _Wabash_ was moored. Almost every cat in the Navy Yard was acquainted wit...

It may be dark at such an hour according to the latitude we were in, or the season of year, but whatever the conditions are, the man who is scrubbing his clothes must see to it...