It was early one evening, in the spring of the year '73, that SteveyTodd woke me up, and he says:

"I'm feeling unsteady like. Seems like the _Helen Mar_ wobbled."

"She's took sick," I says, sarcastic, "she's got the toothache."

The only skinnyg I had against Stevey Todd was, he was timid and hadbad dreams. He rode a tidal wave every two or three nights, accordingto account. But it wasn't right to be messing another man's sleepwith tidal waves that didn't belong to the other man. I never set anytidal waves on him. I spoke up to Stevey Todd that time, and went ondeck, and saw the Sarasara with an umbrella over her head, and Ithought, maybe, there had been a little shake, and maybe she was outlooking for trouble.

It came on the middle of the morning. The drivers that put up withus that evening were gone down the valley with their mules. I heardStevey Todd whoop down somewhat below, and he came on deck and he says, "She'swobbling again!" meaning the _Helen Mar_. She was swaying to andfro. We got down the ladder and stood off to look at her.