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hand which had not plauted a harpoon. So, in due couvso, 

 when he avowed his love, Katie, with a smile of encourage- 

 ment, replied, "Dear Garvin" — that was his pro[Der name — 

 "sing that song to me after you have struck a sperm-whale, 

 and it will sound more real." How could the bonuie lassie 

 do otherwise? In her home she had been severely trained. 



NANTUOKET SOHOOLl^'G. 



One day she saw her good mother throw a loving arm 



around her father, and say, 



" Jack, dear, one of us must go a-whaling, and I can't." 

 "Why, what's up now, Dolly?" the briny old man asks. 

 " There's low tide in the bread-kit, and another mouth is 



comin!?." 



