The Yankee Champion — page 135: what you’re looking at

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128 THE YANKEE CHAMPION. CHAPTER XV. A PAIR OF SECRETS. The brig and her prize arrived safely in the har- bor of Newburyport, and the occasion was a joyous one for the liberty-loving people. The wharves and ~ docks were lined with eager spectators, and cheers long and loud rang out upon the air. The prize was found to be a most valuable one, and it was at once placed in the hands of the provincial agents, and when disposed of the privateer’s crew found them- selves richer than they had anticipated. One day, after the business relating to the prize had been all disposed of, Nixon descended to his cabin in search of Jacob Maynard. The old man sat upon a stool, with his elbows resting upon the table, and his brow was buried in his hands. Walter was momentarily wonder-stricken. Big tears were roll- ing down the old gunner’s face, and fast they fol- lowed each other as they fell upon the table. His bosom was heaving with emotion, and low mur- murs were upon his lips. He gazed up as he heard the footfall of the young captain, and quickly he dashed the tears from his face. ‘“My faithful old friend, what is the matter?”’ ‘‘Nothing, nothing.’ | “But there must be something to move you so?” ‘“‘T am light-headed, that’s all.’’ Walter gazed upon the strangely working features of Maynard, and he could not fail of seeing they bore marks of no ordinary grief. | “You are suffering from some cause,”’ he said. . GComIcboo