. 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. r between. While at Buffalo I became acquainted with the father of ayoung man who had been a shipmate with me on his firstvoyage in the ship Nia?itic to China in 1834-1835. He wasemployed as passenger agent on one of the railroads whichwere then being constructed to the then far west, and hadhis homestead in Oswego, to which town he gave me a pass.
. 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. r between. While at Buffalo I became acquainted with the father of ayoung man who had been a shipmate with me on his firstvoyage in the ship Nia?itic to China in 1834-1835. He wasemployed as passenger agent on one of the railroads whichwere then being constructed to the then far west, and hadhis homestead in Oswego, to which town he gave me a pass. His son, my old shipmate, was away on a voyage to thewest coast of South America and California, in command of astaunch clipper armed brig called the Maletadel, and was en-gaged in an illicit trade, that of smuggling specie and bul-lion out of Mexico, a heavy export duty being levied by thegovernment on such exports. Of course, this specie wasin payment for imported goods, and this smuggling was con-nived at by the merchants and others on whom the burdenof this onerous tax fell. My old shipmate, then, Captain H. W. Johnson, was ex-pected home shortly, and he returned in a few weeks andwas heartily glad to see me. They (the family) wanted me. 238 DELAWARE to stay with them through the winter; but as I was uneasyashore with nothing to do, and it was now only the middleof August, I proposed making another voyage before thewinter set in. I will here narrate an incident which may amuse some ofmy readers as being illustrative of the awkwardness of asailor on horseback. I was asked to fetch the letters from the post office threemiles distant, and for that purpose was provided with ahorse saddled and bridled. Thus mounted I proceeded onmy errand, but had not gone far when I got off at a brookfor a drink, and in getting on again, not noticing that thereins had got over his head, I reached over to get hold ofthem, when he threw me over his head on the ground, andstarted on a run for home
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