Barney Blake, The Boy Privateer

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ceful spars. All Boston knew we were going, and a large number of people were out upon the piers to see us start. So we ran up the Stars and Stripes to our peak, and gave a rousing salute with our guns, as we moved majestically down the harbor. We were soon out of

ithout something funny happening? There was

a Polish Jew, allowed his avarice to get the better of him, and remained parleying and auctioneering his trinkets till the anchor was up and we were fairly under way. He then coolly

irst, he was simply crushed, and, like Shylock, kept a quiet despair. Then, as the lan

ng his hands. "V'at vill de vife of mine poosom zay v'en I comes not vonce mor

he crew out of their very boots. The captain also enjoyed the sight until we brought up alongside a pilot-boat, on bo

nd another on our larboard bow. We hoisted the British jack and drove right between them, hoping to escape molestation, as we had little doubt that the sails in view belonged to British men-o'-war. We were correct in this. And, although

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e," sung our little cap

ck have

loucester and are now in the wake of

rig

s brig drove by us

rate," mused our little captain, with twin

sel, homeward bound, and gave her di

out the lookou

s, at least, must be a prize. But this also proved to be an Am

ed Tony Trybrace, yawning indignantly, as the

the sun went down behind us, and the stars,

tunes on his scrapy violin; and then, as it bade fair to be a pe