Note 3 — THE RIVAL CRUSOES;

"While on the quivering deck, from van to rear, Broad surges roll in terrible career, Rodmond, Arion, and a chosen crew, This office in the face of death pursue. The wheel'd artillery o'er the deck to guide, Rodmond descending, claim'd the weather side. Fearless of heart, the chief his orders gave, Fronting the rude attacks of every wave. Meantime Arion traversing the waist, } The cordage of the leeward guns embraced, } And pointed crows beneath the metal placed. } Watching the roll, their forelocks they withdrew, And from their beds the reeling cannon threw. Then from the windward battlements unbound, Rodmond's associates wheel'd the artillery round; Then, hurl'd from sounding hinges o'er the side, Thundering they plunge into the flashing tide."