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it won't; so make sail and jook sharp about it, do—
won't you?”

“What a tongue he’s got!” remarked Buzzby.
“ Before [Pd go to sea with a first mate who jawed
like that I’d be a landsman. Don’t ever you git to
talk toc much, Master Fred, wotever ye do. My
maxim is—and it has served me through life, un-
common— Keep your weather-eye open and your
tongue housed xcept when you've got occasion to use
it’ If that fellow’d use his eyes more and his tongue
less, he’d see your father comin’ down the road there,

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right before the wind, with his old sister in tow,

“ How I wish he would have let me go with him !”
muttered Fred to himself sorrowfully.

“No chance now, I’m afeard,’ remarked his com-
panion. “The govwnor’s as stiff as a nor-wester
Nothin’ in the world can turn him once he’s made up
his mind but a regular sou’-easter. Now, if you had
been my son, and yonder tight craft my ship, I would
have said, ‘Come at once” But your father knows
best, lad; and you're a wise son to obey orders cheer-
fully, without question. That’s another o’ my maxims,
‘ Obey orders, an’ ax no questions.’”

Frederick Ellice, senior, who now approached, whis-
pering words of consolation into the ear of his weep-
ing sister, might, perhaps, have just numbered fifty
years. He was a fine, big, bold, hearty Englishman,
with a bald head, grizzled locks, a loud but not harsh
voice, a rather quick temper, and a kind, earnest,
enthusiastic heart. Like Buzzby, he had spent nearly