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down in the same gale. She was owned by S. W. Brown. She and the sch. 

 Cafiton came out new that Spring, and were rivals ; they both left the Bank 

 at the same time, and both carried sail heavily ; but, as both captains were 

 much censured at the time for carrying sail so heavily, I will only say we 

 saw the Franklin come up in the wind, evidently to shake the snow from 

 her sails in a heavy snow squall, after which we saw no more of her. After 

 it cleared somewhat, we saw the Canton under snug sail. I went to Glouc- 

 ester that Summer and sailed in sch. Clarion, Capt. James Elwell. 



Since I left Gloucester I have visited a great many ports of the world, 

 and in whatever place I found a Cape Ann man, if in want, he had half of 

 my pile, if necessary, and so it would be to-day. 



The place then called the "Farms," between the old Farm Ledge and 

 the stone barn once belonging to Mr. Manning, always had a great attrac- 

 tion for me. If I could talk with you I could tell you much of old Glouces- 

 ter. I used to know every point of interest between Kettle Cove (now 

 Magnolia) down to Sandy Bay (now Rockport). 



But I will not put any more thoughts on paper, but will say in conclusion, 

 whatever fate may be mine, there are friends in old Gloucester that I shall 

 cherish while I am conscious, although they have lost all knowledge of me 

 for over forty years. They are still held in the same esteem as if they were 

 friends of yesterday. Those days are remembered as the happiest of my 

 life, and my last dying wish will be — God bless and prosper old Gloucester 

 and all her children and interests. I am no writer, only an old wornout 

 sailor, waiting the word to cross over to a higher life. 



I was well acquainted with Edward Wonson, Chester Marr, Sr., Nathan- 

 iel Webster, Sr., James Hibbard, James Elwell, Ben. Elwell, Albert Mar- 

 chant, Simeon Burnham, James Marchant, each of the elder Peabodys, Ad- 

 dison Merchant, James Pattillo, and hundreds of others. Most of the old 

 stock are probably dead, say — Phil. Priestly, Capt. Charles Wood, and Capt. 

 George Brown of the sloop Henry, which ran forty-five years ago as a 

 frei<ihter to Boston, 



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