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is one place where foreigners (like me and Ralph) have a chance to trade
and live. There are only seven of these places. Lots of tea and silk
are brought here to be sent to the people outside, and perhaps I saw in
the street to-day a chest of tea that will get to Boston and you may buy
a pound out of it. There are good many vessels here, and some American,
English and French men-of-

war. Wesaw a man-of-war, . / Gh |
and a boat was alongside of i

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her and the sailors were

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body, and Ralph said it was il Hk | (

to us who were near there e eadie f) eal lw
in a boat. Funny, isn’t it, | —
to be in a sea-port and not 2 fp : | | |

have any wharves like Bos- = i | || i | Mh
ton? They have to carry SS IG Greg "IL

goods ‘off to the ships. Then — Wh.9¢ Net nee
to carry people, they have little boats  —(igt net Fee
that we foreigners call sampang and they —~ i £5 ST =
only asked ten cents to carry our party ¥ = fuss
out to see a vessel! Realcheap. Don’tI wish — vais —

you and Nurse Fennel could have a ride! To-

morrow, we are going on board Uncle Nat’s ship, gee Ne ge
the Antelope. I think I shall like it, but I know I shall miss Siah and Jack
Bobstay and Joe Pigtail” (here especially to the memory of Joe Pigtail
from whom parting had been so painful, Rick gave a deep sigh, deep, deep as
the lowest button on his jacket). ‘Oh I believe I am about through, mother.
Oh I want to say something more about those children I saw fishing. I
hope you will let me fish when I get home, all I want to. You know I used
to make believe last summer, sitting on a bank and holding a pole over
Boston Harbor. If there had only been a hook and line on my
stick |”