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purser in the navy, and wlio is at this very time stationed 
at the Philadelphia ITavy-yard. 
‘‘Look here!’* he said to me, after we had indulged in 
the usual remarks as to the state of the weather: “that was 
quite interesting about the butter. But you don’t expect 
people to believe it, do you?” 
“I can’t say I do,” was my reply. “ Still, it is my own 
belief that it is true.” 
“ Oh, yes, I know,” he returned. “And now I’ll tell you 
something singular. I had a nephew who once went in a 
whale-ship for his health, and when he returned he told 
me that sayne yam as having happened to himself. He must 
have been the ‘Mr. Henry that wasn’t the true name, 
was it?” 
I candidly acknowledged that, having forgotten the 
name, I had taken that of Henry for want of a better; 
and now, like “old Frybark” referring to the governors 
aide, I can only say to any skeptic of Philadelphia who 
may read this book, ‘^Voilh M. the purser of your navy- 
yard: ‘ask him.’ ” And now let us return to the enlight- 
eniner conversation of our Falstaff-like host. 
“That affair of the butter was a good thing for all con- 
cerned,” he continued. “I sold forty pounds for the 
Company, the Tongouse got a fine dinner, and Mr. Henry 
saw something that he would never have believed ivithoat 
seeing. Now, don’t some of you want to pay for ticady 
pounds? I’ll show you two men at once who’ll fight for 
the liberty to drink it.” 
Before any one could accept or decline his offer, the 
door opened, and in walked a most singular specimen of 
the gams homo. He was below the ordinary height, and 
