We got out our mackerel lines, hoping to catch some fish for breakfast; but there was not way enough on the vessel to give the bait play, and none would bite.  Paul walked up and down whistling for a breeze; but it did not come a bit the faster for that, as you may suppose.  Sailors have a notion--derived from some heathen custom--that by whistling the spirit of the wind will be propitiated.  This is not surprising, when we remember that people on shore have a still greater number of foolish notions derived from the same source.