“We have,” says he, “but yonder ugly negro boy, who is fetching the trunks, and a passenger who has the state cabin to himself.”      

       Mr. Trail looked as if he would have preferred more mercies from Heaven.       “Confound you, Franks, and your luck! The Duke William, which came in last week, brought fourteen, and she is not half of our tonnage.”      

       “And this passenger, who has the whole cabin, don't pay nothin',”        continued the Captain. “Swear now, it will do you good, Mr. Trail, indeed it will. I have tried the medicine.”      

       “A passenger take the whole cabin and not pay? Gracious mercy, are you a fool, Captain Franks?”      

       “Ask the passenger himself, for here he comes.” And, as the master spoke, a young man of some nineteen years of age came up the hatchway. He had a cloak and a sword under his arm, and was dressed in deep mourning, and called out, “Gumbo, you idiot, why don't you fetch the baggage out of the cabin? Well, shipmate, our journey is ended. You will see all the little folks to-night whom you have been talking about. Give my love to Polly, and Betty, and Little Tommy; not forgetting my duty to Mrs. Franks. I thought, yesterday, the voyage would never be done, and now I am almost sorry it is over. That little berth in my cabin looks very comfortable now I am going to leave it.”      

       Mr. Trail scowled at the young passenger who had paid no money for his passage. He scarcely nodded his head to the stranger, when Captain Franks said, “This here gentleman is Mr. Trail, sir, whose name you have a-heerd of.”      

       “It's pretty well known in Bristol, sir,” says Mr. Trail, majestically.     

       “And this is Mr. Warrington, Madam Esmond Warrington's son, of Castlewood,” continued the Captain.     

       The British merchant's hat was instantly off his head, and the owner of the beaver was making a prodigious number of bows as if a crown prince were before him.     

       “Gracious powers, Mr. Warrington! This is a delight, indeed! What a crowning mercy that your voyage should have been so prosperous! You must have my boat to go on shore. Let me cordially and respectfully welcome you to England: let me shake your hand as the son of my benefactress and   

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