. 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. Ontario, and with the wind blowing almost a gale from thewestard, but fair, made Oswego, and succeeded with somedifficulty in getting safely in, as it requires considerable ex-perience and skill in navigating a vessel into this harbor inheavy weather. This last voyage sickened me of lake navigation, beingalways on a lee shore, and continually handli
. 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. Ontario, and with the wind blowing almost a gale from thewestard, but fair, made Oswego, and succeeded with somedifficulty in getting safely in, as it requires considerable ex-perience and skill in navigating a vessel into this harbor inheavy weather. This last voyage sickened me of lake navigation, beingalways on a lee shore, and continually handling cargo, and Ilonged for the dominions of Father Neptune. The sea! The sea ! The open sea!The bold, the brave, the ever free. The crews of the vessels sailing on these Lakes were mostlycomposed of the native inhabitants who were farmers orbackwoodsmen in the winter, which they passed fellingtimber or chopping firewood, and becoming sailors (?) in thesummer. When sailing in a square-rigged vessel, which re-quires men to go aloft to reef or furl, if it came on to blowhard suddenly, rather than go aloft, they would let it threshand blow to pieces, and then pay for it pro rata. Thatswhat it costs to be a half-and-half sailor. > >f wo>. Chapter XI. Oer the glad waters of the dark-blue thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free ;Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam,Survey our empire and behold our home. On my return to Oswego I found my old shipmate of theNiantic still at home, but making preparations for going toNew York, and I made up my mind to accompany him, andwe started in a few days after my arrival. Again in NewYork we fetched up together at Pearsalls, near Fultonmarket, where we rested for about a week. The clipper brig Eagle had just been launched and wasbeing fitted out for China in the opium trade. I signedarticles for a voyage in her under Captain Ichabod was indeed a thorough beau ideal of an American clip-per. Strongly manned, ar
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