When We Destroyed the Gaspee
As I have said, everything on board spoke of satisfaction and content, when we left Hog Island and were come into the upper end of the bay, between Bristol and Greenwich.
Old Seth was deep in his yarn spinning, which chanced at that moment to be concerning some marvelous adventure of his in New York, when he had saved himself from being made prisoner, on a charge of disorderly conduct, by whipping three of the watch single-handed.
The merchants were discussing business, I fancied, to judge from the expression on their faces, and Captain Josh, proud as any peacock because of the speed the packet was making, stood at the tiller, looking astern now and then to make certain the wake which we left behind us was as straight and true as a skilful helmsman could draw it.
I was looking aft, although listening to old Seth, when I saw the captain point out some object to the passengers, who immediately rose to their feet, and,