. Recollections of a sea wanderer's life; an autobiography of an old-time seaman who has sailed in almost every capacity before and abaft the mast, in nearly every quarter of the globe, and under the flags of four of the principal maritime nations. f-ferent dicections, some two-thirds eventually returning to theslaver for another voyage to the African coast. But as Ihave said, this soft of commercial enterprise not being tomy mind I, after spending a week ashore in Havana, shippedon board the brig Ann McKim, Captain Trask, bound toBaltimore, with a cargo of molasses and box sugars, whichport w
. Recollections of a sea wanderer's life; an autobiography of an old-time seaman who has sailed in almost every capacity before and abaft the mast, in nearly every quarter of the globe, and under the flags of four of the principal maritime nations. f-ferent dicections, some two-thirds eventually returning to theslaver for another voyage to the African coast. But as Ihave said, this soft of commercial enterprise not being tomy mind I, after spending a week ashore in Havana, shippedon board the brig Ann McKim, Captain Trask, bound toBaltimore, with a cargo of molasses and box sugars, whichport we reached after a tedious passage of eight days. Reaching Baltimore, I shipped in a two top-sail schoonercalled the Isabella, Captain Downs, for New York, with flourin barrels, where we arrived after a very pleasant passage offour days. And now, having my pockets pretty well lined, a desireto revisit my native city and sip of the pleasures of Home, 182 HOME, SWEET HOME. Sweet Home, came upon me, and I resolved to go to Mon-treal, spending a month very pleasantly, seeing old friends, though I scrupulously avoided wealthy relatives, and vis-iting well-remembered scenes, for Dear is the schoolboy spot,We neer forget,Though there we are VK<?a£ BUMBOAT. Chapter VII He that has sailed upon the dark blue sea, Has viewed at times, I ween, a full fair sight;When the land breeze is fair as breeze may be, The white sail set, the gallant frigate tight,Masts, spires, and strand retiring to the sight, The glorious main, expanding oer the bow,The convoy spread like wild swans in their flight, The dullest sailor wearing bravely now,So gaily curl the waves before each dashing prow. Having had what I considered enough of home, I re-turned to New York and shipped on board the Rome, ofSalem, Captain Marshall, bound, as the articles read andwere signed, to a port or ports in Asia, and back to a portof discharge either in Europe or America. We sailed fromNew York in the month of Decembe
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