it was destined that our departure from the english strand, should be marked by a tragical event, akin to the sudden end of the suicide, which had so strongly impressed me on quitting the american shore.

of the three newly shipped men, who in a state of intoxication had been brought on board at the dock gates, two were able to be engaged at their duties, in four or five hours after quitting the pier. but the third man yet lay in his bunk, in the self-same posture in which his limbs had been adjusted by the crimp, who had deposited him there.

his name was down on the ship's papers as miguel saveda, and for miguel saveda the chief mate at last came forward, shouting down the forecastle-scuttle, and commanding his instant presence on deck. but the sailors answered for their new comrade; giving the mate to understand that miguel was still fast locked in his trance, and could not obey him; when, muttering his usual imprecation, the mate retired to the quarterdeck.

this was in the first dog-watch, from four to six in the evening. at about three bells, in the next watch, max the dutchman, who, like most old seamen, was something of a physician in cases of drunkenness, recommended that miguel's clothing should be removed, in order that he should lie more comfortably. but jackson, who would seldom let any thing be done in the forecastle that was not proposed by himself, capriciously forbade this proceeding.

so the sailor still lay out of sight in his bunk, which was in the extreme angle of the forecastle, behind the bowsprit-bitts—two stout timbers rooted in the ship's keel. an hour or two afterward, some of the men observed a strange odor in the forecastle, which was attributed to the presence of some dead rat among the hollow spaces in the side planks; for some days before, the forecastle had been smoked out, to extirpate the vermin overrunning her. at midnight, the larboard watch, to which i belonged, turned out; and instantly as every man waked, he exclaimed at the now intolerable smell, supposed to be heightened by the shaking up the bilge-water, from the ship's rolling.

"blast that rat!" cried the greenlander.

"he's blasted already," said jackson, who in his drawers had crossed over to the bunk of miguel. "it's a water-rat, shipmates, that's dead; and here he is"—and with that, he dragged forth the sailor's arm, exclaiming, "dead as a timber-head!"

upon this the men rushed toward the bunk, max with the light, which he held to the man's face.

"no, he's not dead," he cried, as the yellow flame wavered for a moment at the seaman's motionless mouth. but hardly had the words escaped, when, to the silent horror of all, two threads of greenish fire, like a forked tongue, darted out between the lips; and in a moment, the cadaverous face was crawled over by a swarm of wormlike flames.

the lamp dropped from the hand of max, and went out; while covered all over with spires and sparkles of flame, that faintly crackled in the silence, the uncovered parts of the body burned before us, precisely like phosphorescent shark in a midnight sea.

the eyes were open and fixed; the mouth was curled like a scroll, and every lean feature firm as in life; while the whole face, now wound in curls of soft blue flame, wore an aspect of grim defiance, and eternal death. prometheus, blasted by fire on the rock.

one arm, its red shirt-sleeve rolled up, exposed the man's name, tattooed in vermilion, near the hollow of the middle joint; and as if there was something peculiar in the painted flesh, every vibrating letter burned so white, that you might read the flaming name in the flickering ground of blue.

"where's that d—d miguel?" was now shouted down among us from the scuttle by the mate, who had just come on deck, and was determined to have every man up that belonged to his watch.

"he's gone to the harbor where they never weigh anchor," coughed jackson. "come you down, sir, and look."

thinking that jackson intended to beard him, the mate sprang down in a rage; but recoiled at the burning body as if he had been shot by a bullet. "my god!" he cried, and stood holding fast to the ladder.

"take hold of it," said jackson, at last, to the greenlander; "it must go overboard. don't stand shaking there, like a dog; take hold of it, i say! but stop"—and smothering it all in the blankets, he pulled it partly out of the bunk.

a few minutes more, and it fell with a bubble among the phosphorescent sparkles of the damp night sea, leaving a coruscating wake as it sank.

this event thrilled me through and through with unspeakable horror; nor did the conversation of the watch during the next four hours on deck at all serve to soothe me.

but what most astonished me, and seemed most incredible, was the infernal opinion of jackson, that the man had been actually dead when brought on board the ship; and that knowingly, and merely for the sake of the month's advance, paid into his hand upon the strength of the bill he presented, the body-snatching crimp had knowingly shipped a corpse on board of the highlander, under the pretense of its being a live body in a drunken trance. and i heard jackson say, that he had known of such things having been done before. but that a really dead body ever burned in that manner, i can not even yet believe. but the sailors seemed familiar with such things; or at least with the stories of such things having happened to others.

for me, who at that age had never so much as happened to hear of a case like this, of animal combustion, in the horrid mood that came over me, i almost thought the burning body was a premonition of the hell of the calvinists, and that miguel's earthly end was a foretaste of his eternal condemnation.

immediately after the burial, an iron pot of red coals was placed in the bunk, and in it two handfuls of coffee were roasted. this done, the bunk was nailed up, and was never opened again during the voyage; and strict orders were given to the crew not to divulge what had taken place to the emigrants; but to this, they needed no commands.

after the event, no one sailor but jackson would stay alone in the forecastle, by night or by noon; and no more would they laugh or sing, or in any way make merry there, but kept all their pleasantries for the watches on deck. all but jackson: who, while the rest would be sitting silently smoking on their chests, or in their bunks, would look toward the fatal spot, and cough, and laugh, and invoke the dead man with incredible scoffs and jeers. he froze my blood, and made my soul stand still.