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sharp. 'I saw him,' says I. 'Where is the mur- 

 derer?' says he, 'let me get at him.' 'He is on 

 one of the ships in the river,' I says. He didn't 

 say nothin' for a few minutes and then he said 

 ' 'Tain't no use I you're only a boy and they'd 

 never believe you in the world. You'd better say 

 nothin' to nobody.' So I kep quiet, but, you'd 

 better believe I didn't stay long on that ship. 



"A good many years afterwards when I had 

 give up deep-sea sailin', and was master of a 

 iishin' boat from New York, we run in one night 

 alongside of a clipper ship and she seemed kind 

 o' familiar. Next mornin' I saw it must be the 

 old Cornelia for I knew her from stem to stern 

 and from keel to truck. I shinned up a rope and 

 said good mornin' to the officer who was on 

 deck, and told him I felt quite to home on the 

 old craft as I had sailed many trips in her some 

 years back. I asked who was the Capt'n and he 

 says: Capt'n Green, 'Oho,' says I, \ know him,' 

 and asked when he was coming aboard. He 

 says about ten o'clock. As it was then nine 

 o'clock I waited around and there sure enough 

 was the old devil, Mr. Green, comin' up the gang 



