human
Let’s go to bed, and get out of this, Ben,
gpt
All right.
human
Going to turn in, boys?
gpt
Yes, we thought of it.
human
Without any supper? That will never do. Help yourselves in there. The biscuit-barrel’s in the corner, and the codfish hangs right over it. Eat a good meal, and you’ll feel better. There ain’t nothin’ equal to dry codfish for turning sea-sickness.
gpt
Thanks; but we don’t feel hungry,
human
That’s queer. It beats me how anybody can be out to sea and not feel hungry! Well, a night’s rest will make you better, like as not. You’ll sleep like a couple of tops; that is, if you’ve got good clean consciences afore God.
gpt
I hope you have. It’s bad work being out to sea, or anywhere else, for that matter, with anything lying heavy on your conscience. Now, I don’t pretend to be any guide for any one. I’m bad enough myself; but I always says every night, ’Just look me over, Lord, and if there is any bad in me’--and of course I know there is plenty of it--’forgive it, and help me to start better to-morrow.’ It’s mighty comfortin’ for me to know that He sees that I _mean_ fairer than I _do_.