In the breathless stillness of a tropical afternoon, when the air was hot and heavy, and the sky brazen and cloudless, the shadow of the Malabar lay solitary on the surface of the glittering sea.The sun-who rose on the left hand every morning a blazing ball, to move slowly through the unbearable blue, until he sank fiery red in mingling glories of sky and ocean on the right hand-had just got low enough to peep beneath the awning that covered the poop-deck, and awaken a young man, in an undress military uniform, who was dozing on a coil of rope."Hang it!" said he, rising and stretching himself, with the weary sigh of a man who has nothing to do, "I must have been asleep", and then, holding by a stay, he turned about and looked down into the waist of the ship.