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Forenoon on New Seas 



(American T) 



WHATEVER you may say, Mr. Goodbody, I vow you these 

 savages are unwitting. Nay, more than that, sir; they do not 

 have brains, but rather the senses of beasts." 



"I do not agree with you. Master Pomferoy. They are good men 

 and true, and there be many among them who are also good Chris- 

 tians, pious and God-fearing." 



Master Joshua Pomferoy's only answer, a loud snort, was drowned 

 in a sudden gust of cruelly penetrating wind. Mr. Goodbody re- 

 garded him in silence, watching in mild interest while a drop of 

 water gathered at the tip of his long, slender, pointed, red nose and 

 was whisked into oblivion by the next gust of wind. Then the 

 bigger man began to orate again. It was his favorite pastime now 

 that he had relinquished command of his ship and had become 

 so successful a farmer that he no longer needed even to work his 

 land. 



"The senses of beasts, I say to you, sir. Forsooth, what human, 

 even a Dutch loon, would make to sea in a cockleshell like that on 



