THE OLD SHIP GOES NOBLY INTO PORT. 403 



of water; but her crew knew how to manage lier. 

 He was soon aboard the ship, and without further 

 delay took the command of her. 



Captain Sherman's vocation has gone — his re- 

 sponsibility is over: the ship is now in American 

 waters, with an American pilot aboard, who gives 

 his orders to the ever-willing crew. He is obeyed 

 with alacrity, as long as he makes sail ; but no one 

 wants to take any in — neither does he. He is a 

 perfectly competent man, and fortunately a driver. 

 " Where are your studding-sails ? Pack them on whilst 

 we have a chance. Kever mind a few yards of can- 

 vass, or a whole sail. Give them to her. Let her 

 have all she can spread: the wind may not hold 

 half an hour." 



There she goes ! — now she is moving ! Block 

 Island is passed. There, off the beam, frowns Point 

 Judith. Now for Cuttyhuuk light. "Go along, old 

 ship ! — cleave the waters, as never you did before. 

 Soon you, as well as we, will be at rest." 



Nobly did the old barque answer our appeal. She 

 appeared endowed with life — and, on she goes! 

 The Cuttyhunk light is passed ; Clarke's Point opens 

 to our view, and some of the crew, who reside in the 

 rural districts, see familiar landmarks. "There I 

 live," you hear from one. " There is the church- 

 steeple — there, the sawmill — there, the almshouse." 



"Hurrah!" — now we near the city. There are 

 new buildings, erected since we left here. There is 

 a new lighthouse. There is Fair Haven. There is 

 the shipping at the docks. And now we are closing- 

 in with Clarke's Point. The wind is hauling-^ well, 

 who cares — who cares now ? We are perfectly inde- 



