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Poor little "Wave ! she was not accustomed to be 

 lying in harbour when her sister craft were under 

 way. One might have fancied that, with a senti- 

 ment of desolation, she allowed her burgee to droop 

 listlessly, flapping it against her mast, as a bird makes 

 sorrowful action with her wings. It did seem too 

 bad to sell her ; and again I went over in my mind 

 the bargain I had driven, and the price I had taken 

 for her. After all, the conclusion was unavoidable, 

 that I could not take her with me; and besides, I 

 was going where I could not use her. 



All the rest of the fellows had started, and already 

 were hidden from us, as we then stood, round the 

 rocky point. There was no one to hail for a dingy, 

 and we were beholden to a dusky gentleman in a 

 country boat for a passage alongside. We had a job 

 to get the anchor up ; for it had so happened that 

 when last we came in all the buoys were occupied, 

 and as I had little idea of wanting to use her again, 

 I had let go her anchor. When we were fairly under 

 way, I began to look a little into our capabilities. 

 She had been sold " aU standing," so that the general 

 complexion of her gear was much what it had been 

 under my catering. But there were already some 

 symptoms of a change of masters. The sail locker 

 was empty ; and I remembered that her old suit had 

 been exempted from the general bill of sale, and made 

 over as a legacy to old Pierre. He had walked off 

 with them ; and thus we were left with no second 



