The old mariner was spinning a yarn. "Yes, for three days and nights we worked at the pumps, and still the water gains on us. At last we gave up the hopeless struggle. There we was-sinkin', sinkin', expecting to perish every 'art a minute. It was horful time, believe me. Suddenlike we feels the vessel arising up through the water. She riz til her keel was a'most out o'water, and we rides into port right on top o'the waves. We was saved! What happened was, they had some yeast prepared to bake bread in the galley, and then the water reached it, it rose and rose, till fairly lifted up the ship!"