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Mr. ALDRtcu's '-Story of a Bad Boy " has attracted universal attention and interest. From the August number wc copy an extract describing the appearance of 
SAILOR BEN AT RI VERMOUTH. 
" Hullo!" cried Pepper, dropping his hands. " Look there ! isn't that a bark coming up 
the Narrows?** 
" Where?" 
" Just at the left of Fishcrate Island. Don't yon sec the foremast peeping above the old 
derrick ?" 
Sure enough it was a vessel of considerable size, slowly beating up to town. In a few 
moments more the other two pasts were visible above the green hillocks. 
" Fore-topmasts blown away," said Pepper. "Putting in for repairs, I guess." 
As the bark lazily crept from behind the last of the islands, she let go her anchors and 
swung round with the tide. Then the .clecful chant of the sailors at I he capstan came to us 
pleasantly across the water. The vessel lay within three-quarters of a mile of us, and we 
could plainly see the men at the davits lowering the starboard Ions-boat. It no sooner 
touched the stream than a dozen of the crew scrambled like mice over the side of the mer- 
chantman. 
In a neglected seaport like Rivermouth the arrival of a large ship is an event of moment. 
The prospect of having twenty or thirty jolly tars let loose on the peaceful town excites 
divers emotions among the inhabitants. The small shopkeepers along the wharves antici- 
pate a thriving trade ; the proprietors of the two rival boarding-houses— the " Wee Drop " 
and the " Mariner's Home "—hasten down to the landing to secure lodgers ; and the female 
population of Anchor Lane turn out to a woman, for a ship fresh from sea is always full of 
possible husbands and long-lost prodigal sons. 
Hut, aside from this, there is scant welcome given to a ship's crew in Rivermouth. The 
toil-worn mariner is a sad fellow ashore, judging him by a severe moral standard. 
Once, 1 remember, a United States frigate came into port for repairs after a storm. She 
lay in the river a fortnight or more, and every day sent us a gang of sixty or seventy of our 
country's gallant defenders, who spread themselves over the town, doing all sorts of mad 
things. They were good-natured enough, but full of old Sancho. The " Wee Drop " proved 
a drop too much for many of them. They went singing through the streets at midnight, 
wringing off door-knockers, shinning up water-spouts, and frightening the Oldest Inhabit- 
ant nearly to death by popping their heads into his second-story window, and shouting 
"Fire!" One morning a blue-jacket was discovered in a perilous plight, half-way up the 
steeple of the South Church, clinging to the lightning-rod. How he got there nobody could 
fell, not even blue-jacket himself. All he knew was, that the leg of his trousers had caught 
on a nail, and there he stuck, unable to move cither way. It cost the town twenty dollars 
to get him down again, lie directed the workmen how to splice the ladders brought to his 
assistance, and called his rescuers '■butter-fingered land-lubbers " with delicious coolness. 
But those were man-of-war's-men. The sedate-looking craft now lying off Fishcrate Island 
was n't likely to carry any snch cargo. Nevertheless, we watched the coming In of the long- 
boat with considerable interest. 
As it drew near, the figure of the man pulling the stroke-oar seemed oddly familiar to me. 
Where could I have seen him before? When and where? His back was towards me, but 
there was something about that closely cropped head that I recognized instantly. 
" Way enough I" cried the steersman, and all the oars stood Upright in the air. The man 
la the bow seized the boat hook, and, turning round quickly, showed me the honest face of 
Sailor Ben of the Typhoon. 
"It's Sailor Ben !" I cried, nearly pushing Pepper Whitcomh overboard in my excitement. 
Sailor Ben, with the wonderful pink lady on his arm, aud the ships and stars and anchors 
tattooed all over him. was a well-known hero among my playmates. And there he was, 
like something in a dream come true ! 
I did n't wait for my old acquaintance to get firmly on the wharf, before I grasped his 
hand in both of mine. 
"Sailor Ben. don't you remember me ?" 
, lie evidently did not. He shifted his quid from one check to the other, and looked at me 
meditatively. 
" Lord luv ye, lad, I don't know you. I was never here afore in my life." 
"What!" I ciicd, enjoying his perplexity, "have you forgotten the voyage from New 
Orleans In the Typhoon, two years ago, you lovely old picture-book ?" 
Ah ! then he knew me, and in token of the recollection gave my hand such a squeeze that 
I am sure an unpleasant change came over my countenance. 
*' Bless my eyes, but you have growed so I I should n't have knowed you if 1 had met you 
In Singapore !" 
Without stopping to inquire, as I was tempted to do, why he was more likely to recognize 
me in Singapore than anywhere; else. 1 invited him to come at once up to the Nutter House, 
where I insured him a warm welcome from the Captain. 
"Hold steady, Master Tom," said Sailor Ben, slipping the painter through the ring-holt 
and tying the loveliest knot you ever saw; "hold steady till I see if the mate can let me off. 
If you please, sir," he continued, addressing the steersman, a very red-iaced, bow-legged 
person, " this here is a little shipmate o' mine as wants to talk over back times along of me, 
if so it 's convenient." 
" All right. Ben, 1 ' returned the mate, "sha' n't want you for an hour." 
Leaving one man in charge of the boat, the mate and the rest of the crew went off togeth- 
er. In the mean while Pepper Whitcomh had got out his cunner-Iinc, aud was quietly fish- 
ing at the end of the wharf, as if to give me the idea that he was n't so very much Impressed 
by my intimacy with so renowned a character as Sailor Ben. Perhaps Pepper was a little 
jealous. At any rate, lie refused to go with us io the house. 
Captain Nutter was at home reading the Rivermouth Barnacle. He was a reader to do an 
editor's heart good; he never skipped over an advertisement, even if he had read it fifty 
times before. Then the paper went the rounds of the neighborhood, among the poor peo- 
ple, like the single portable eye which the three blind crones passed to each other in the 
legend of King Aerisius. The Captain, I repeat, was wandering in the labyrinths of the 
Ki vermouth Barnacle when 1 led Sailor Ben into the sitting-room. 
My grandfather, whose inborn courtesy knew no distinctions, received my nautical friend 
as if he had been an admiral instead of a common forecastle-hand. Sailor Ben pulled an 
imaginary tuft of hair on his forehead, and bowed clumsily. Sailors have a way of using 
their forelock as a sort of handle to bow with. 
The old tar had probably never been in so handsome an apartment In all his days, and 
nothing could induce him to take the inviting mahogany chair which the Captain wheeled 
out from the corner. 
The abashed mariner stood up against the wall, twilling his tarpaulin in his two hands 
and looking extremely silly. He made a poor show in a gentleman's drawing-room, but 
what a fellow he had been in his day, when the pale blew great guns and the topsails want- 
ed reeling! I thought of him with the Mexican squadron off Vera Cruz, where 
"The ringing battle-bolt sung from the three-decker out of the foam," 
and he did n't seem awkward or ignoble to me, for all his Bhyncss. 
As Sailor Ben declined to sit down, the Captain did not resume his scat ; so we three stood 
in a constrained manner until my grandfather went to the door and called to Kitty to bring 
in a decanter of Madeira and two glasses. 
"My grandson, here, has talked so much about you," said the Captain, pleasantly, " that 
you seem quite like an old acquaintance to mc." 
" Thankee, sir, thankee," returned Sailor Ben, looking as guilty as if he had been detected 
in picking a pocket. 
"And I 'm very glad to see you. Mr.— Mr.— " 
" Sailor Hen," suggested that worthy, 
"Mr. Sailor Ben," added the Captain, smiling. "Tom, open the door, there 's Kitty with 
the glasses." 
I opened the door, and Kitty entered the room bringing the things on a waiter, which she 
was about to set on the table, when suddenly she uttered a loud shriek; the decanter and 
glasses fell with a crash to the floor, and Kitty, us white as a sheet, was seen flying through 
the hall. 
"It 's his wraith ! It 'a his wraith !" we heard Kitty shrieking, iu the kitchen. 
My grandfather and I turned with amazement to Sailor Ben. His eyes were standing out 
of his head like a lobster's. 
" It 's my own little Irish lass !" shouted the sailor, and he darted into the hall after her. 
Even then we scarcely caught the meaning of his words, but when we saw Sailor Ben and 
Kilty sobbing on each other's shoulder in the kitchen, we understood it all. 
" I bogs your honor's parden.sir," said Sailor Ben, lifting his tear-stained face above Kitty's 
tumbled hair ; " I begs your honor's parden for kicking up a rumpus in the house, but it 's 
my own little Irish lass as I lost so long ago I" 
"Heaven preserve us!" cried the Captain, blowing his nose violently, — a transparent 
dodge to hide his emotion. 
Miss Abigail was in an upper chamber, sweeping ; but on hearing the unusual racket be- 
low, she scented an accident and came ambling down stairs with a bottle of the infallible 
hot-drops in her hand. Nothing hut the firmness of my grandfather prevented her from 
giving Sailor Ben a tablespoonful on the spot. But when she learned what had come about, 
—that this was Kitty's husband, that Kitty Collins was n't Kitty Collins now, but Mrs. Ben- 
jamin Watson, of Nantucket, — the good soul sat down ou the meal-chest and sobbed as if— 
to quote from Captain Nutter— as if a husband of her own had turned up ! 
A happier set of people than we were never met together In a dingy kitchen or anywhere 
else. The Captain ordered a fresh decanter of Madeira, and made all hands, excepting my- 
self, drink a cup to the return of " the prodigal sea-son," as he persisted in callingSador Ben. 
When Sailor Ben's hour had expired, we walked with him down to the wharf, where the 
Captain held a consultation with the mate, which resulted In an extension of Mr. Watson's 
leave of absence, and afterwards in his discharge from his ship. We then went to the 
" Mariner's Home" to engage a room for him, as he would n't hear of accepting the bus- 
pitalitics of tin- Nutter House. 
"You see, I'm only an uncddlcatcd man," he remarked to my grandfather, by way of 
explanation. 
CHAPTER XVI. 
IN WHICH SAILOK BEN SPINS A YAP.N. 
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