"Now, Jack, what do you think of our vessel?" said I. "She's like a duck upon water, rises and falls with the waves, and
doesn't tumble up and down like a hoop over stones." "No, no; she goes smoothly and sweetly; she is a gallant craft, and this
is her first voyage, and I predict a prosperous one." "I hope so," he said. Well, we went on prosperously enough for about three weeks; the ocean
was as calm and as smooth as a meadow, the breeze light but good, and we
stemmed along majestically over the deep blue waters, and passed coast
after coast, though all around was nothing but the apparently pathless
main in sight. "A better sailer I never stepped into," said the captain one day; "it
would be a pleasure to live and die in such a vessel." Well, as I said, we had been three weeks or thereabouts, when one
morning, after the sun was up and the decks washed, we saw a strange man
sitting on one of the water-casks that were on deck, for, being full, we
were compelled to stow some of them on deck. You may guess those on deck did a little more than stare at this strange
and unexpected apparition. By jingo, I never saw men open their eyes
wider in all my life, nor was I any exception to the rule. I stared, as
well I might; but we said nothing for some minutes, and the stranger
looked calmly on us, and then cocked his eye with a nautical air up at
the sky, as if he expected to receive a twopenny-post letter from St.
Michael, or a _billet doux_ from the Virgin Mary. "Where has he come from?" said one of the men in a low tone to his
companion, who was standing by him at that moment. "How can I tell?" replied his companion. "He may have dropped from the
clouds; he seems to be examining the road; perhaps he is going back." The stranger sat all this time with the most extreme and provoking
coolness and unconcern; he deigned us but a passing notice, but it was
very slight. He was a tall, spare man--what is termed long and lathy--but he was
evidently a powerful man. He had a broad chest, and long, sinewy arms, a
hooked nose, and a black, eagle eye. His hair was curly, but frosted by
age; it seemed as though it had been tinged with white at the
extremities, but he was hale and active otherwise, to judge from
appearances. Notwithstanding all this, there was a singular repulsiveness about him
that I could not imagine the cause, or describe; at the same time there
was an air of determination in his wild and singular-looking eyes, and
over their whole there was decidedly an air and an appearance so
sinister as to be positively disagreeable. "Well," said I, after we had stood some minutes, "where did you come
from, shipmate?" He looked at me and then up at the sky, in a knowing manner. "Come, come, that won't do; you have none of Peter Wilkins's wings, and
couldn't come on the aerial dodge; it won't do; how did you get here?" He gave me an awful wink, and made a sort of involuntary movement, which
jumped him up a few inches, and he bumped down again on the water-cask. "That's as much as to say," thought I, "that he's sat himself on it." "I'll go and inform the captain," said I, "of this affair; he'll hardly
believe me when I tell him, I am sure." So saying, I left the deck and went to the cabin, where the captain was
at breakfast, and related to him what I had seen respecting the
stranger. The captain looked at me with an air of disbelief, and said,--

"What?--do you mean to say there's a man on board we haven't seen
before?" "Yes, I do, captain. I never saw him afore, and he's sitting beating his
heels on the water-cask on deck." "The devil!" "He is, I assure you, sir; and he won't answer any questions." "I'll see to that. I'll see if I can't make the lubber say something,
providing his tongue's not cut out. But how came he on board? Confound
it, he can't be the devil, and dropped from the moon." "Don't know, captain," said I. "He is evil-looking enough, to my mind,
to be the father of evil, but it's ill bespeaking attentions from that
quarter at any time." "Go on, lad; I'll come up after you." I left the cabin, and I heard the captain coming after me. When I got on
deck, I saw he had not moved from the place where I left him. There was
a general commotion among the crew when they heard of the occurrence,
and all crowded round him, save the man at the wheel, who had to remain
at his post. The captain now came forward, and the men fell a little back as he
approached. For a moment the captain stood silent, attentively examining
the stranger, who was excessively cool, and stood the scrutiny with the
same unconcern that he would had the captain been looking at his watch. "Well, my man," said the captain, "how did you come here?" "I'm part of the cargo," he said, with an indescribable leer. "Part of the cargo be d----d!" said the captain, in sudden rage, for he
thought the stranger was coming his jokes too strong. "I know you are
not in the bills of lading." "I'm contraband," replied the stranger; "and my uncle's the great chain
of Tartary." The captain stared, as well he might, and did not speak for some
minutes; all the while the stranger kept kicking his heels against the
water-casks and squinting up at the skies; it made us feel very queer. "Well, I must confess you are not in the regular way of trading." "Oh, no," said the stranger; "I am contraband--entirely contraband." "And how did you come on board?" At this question the stranger again looked curiously up at the skies,
and continued to do so for more than a minute; he then turned his gaze
upon the captain. "No, no," said the captain; "eloquent dumb show won't do with me; you
didn't come, like Mother Shipton, upon a birch broom. How did you come
on board my vessel?" "I walked on board," said the stranger. "You walked on board; and where did you conceal yourself?" "Below." "Very good; and why didn't you stay below altogether?" "Because I wanted fresh air. I'm in a delicate state of health, you see;
it doesn't do to stay in a confined place too long." "Confound the binnacle!" said the captain; it was his usual oath when
anything bothered him, and he could not make it out. "Confound the
binnacle!--what a delicate-looking animal you are. I wish you had stayed
where you were; your delicacy would have been all the same to me. Delicate, indeed!" "Yes, very," said the stranger, coolly. There was something so comic in the assertion of his delicateness of
health, that we should all have laughed; but we were somewhat scared,
and had not the inclination. "How have you lived since you came on board?" inquired the captain. "Very indifferently." "But how? What have you eaten? and what have you drank?" "Nothing, I assure you. All I did while was below was--"

"What?" "Why, I sucked my thumbs like a polar bear in its winter quarters." And as he spoke the stranger put his two thumbs into his mouth, and
extraordinary thumbs they were, too, for each would have filled an
ordinary man's mouth.