eight o'clock
Set up a small kerosene stove I found in the storeroom , and get along nicely . It is quite an art to fry eggs with one hand and steady the wheel with the other , but I managed it three times today . To-morrow I will cook enough at breakfast to last me for luncheon and supper ; hence will only have to heat some coffee . Logged fifty-one miles by eight o'clock ; then lashed the wheel and let her take care of herself while I got steam up in the donkey and hauled in my spanker and mainsail ; then I slacked off my foreyard and topsail yards , hove her to on the port tack , hung three red lights on the forestay to show she was n't under command , set my alarm clock and turned in . I have to smile at the ease with which one man -- provided he is a sizable man and able to stand strain -- can sail a barkentine before the wind in fair weather . I am not worried . I am not going to have bubonic plague .