hen the first
            of the month came round and I applied to him for my wage, he would only
            blow through his nose at me and stare me down, but before the week was
            out he was sure to think better of it, bring me my four-penny piece, and
            repeat his orders to look out for "the seafaring man with one leg."</p>
            <p><a name="id380431"><!--anchor--></a>How that personage haunted my dreams, I need scarcely tell you. On
            stormy nights, when the wind sho