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Grass never grew yet under the feet of Smithick and Watersby. The
riggers were out of that ship in a fortnight's time, and we had
begun taking in cargo. John was always aboard, seeing everything
stowed with his own eyes; and whenever I went aboard myself early or
late, whether he was below in the hold, or on deck at the hatchway,
or overhauling his cabin, nailing up pictures in it of the Blush
Roses of England, the Blue Belles of Scotland, and the female
Shamrock of Ireland: of a certainty I heard John singing like a
blackbird.
We had room for twenty passengers. Our sailing advertisement was no
sooner out, than we might have taken these twenty times over. In
entering our men, I and John (both together) picked them, and we
entered none but good hands--as good as were to be found in that
port. And so, in a good ship of the best build, well owned, well
arranged, well officered, well manned, well found in all respects,
we parted with our pilot at a quarter past four o'clock in the
afternoon of the seventh of March, one thousand eight hundred and
fifty-one, and stood with a fair wind out to sea.
It may be easily believed that up to that time I had had no leisure
to be intimate with my passengers. The most of them were then in
their berths sea-sick; however, in going among them, telling them
what was good for them, persuading them not to be there, but to come
up on deck and feel the breeze, and in rousing them with a joke, or
a comfortable word, I made acquaintance with them, perhaps, in a
more friendly and confidential way from the first, than I might have
done at the cabin table.
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