. 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. to Laprairie, oppo-site Montreal, and his team returning light, he kindly con-sented to take us free. We reached the River St. Lawrencein the afternoon, and Montreal the same evening, where wespent the night on board the steam ferry-boat, the captaingiving us permission to do so, having completed his last tripfor that day. The next day we obtained a
. 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. to Laprairie, oppo-site Montreal, and his team returning light, he kindly con-sented to take us free. We reached the River St. Lawrencein the afternoon, and Montreal the same evening, where wespent the night on board the steam ferry-boat, the captaingiving us permission to do so, having completed his last tripfor that day. The next day we obtained a free passage in the steamerJohn Bull, getting our grub the same as the deck hands, inreturn for doing some splicing and other odd jobs of sailor-ising. The afternoon following our embarkation in the JohnBull we arrived in Quebec, and, taking up our quarters ina sailors boarding-house in Champlain street, under CapeDiamond, we remained just two weeks, enjoying ourselvesby visiting the fortifications and all places of interest, vary-ing the performance by drinking Jamaica rum, which couldthen be had in its purity, and was considered a very whole-some stimulant; at least, it did not disagree with us, perhapsbecause we did not get Chapter IX. Roll thou deep and dark blue ocean—roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ;Man marks the earth with ruin—his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plainThe wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of mans ravage, save his own,When for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan,Without a grave, unknelld, uncoffined and unknown. Having had my rollick ashore as detailed at the close ofthe last chapter, I again became a wanderer on the face ofthe deep, and shipped this time in the bark Ganges, CaptainBligh, of Port Glasgow, Scotland, bound for Liverpool witha cargo of square timber. She was a clumsy-rigged, uglysteering vessel, and the captain was as bad or worse, for
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