Beadle's Dime Novels No. 94: The Mad Skipper — page 90: what you’re looking at

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brig faintly visible in the light,of dawn, about three points off the weather bow, and about a league distant, heading on the same course as that pursued by the boat. Being signaled she hove to, and our party were soon on board. They were treated with great kindness by the captain, who gave up his own apartment to Claret and his daughter. His vessel, he informed them, was a West India trader, now on her homeward passage to New York, which he thought she would reach in about six days, He was right. The brig dropped her anchor in New York harbor on the sixth day after the party were picked up. Dr. Claret then repaired with Lilian to the house of his sis- ter in Bleecker street, with whom he remained until an estate, owned by him, and located in the upper part of the city, was made ready for his reception. He did not object to the frequent visits of Frank Harlan to his daughter, and when, at length, the two were made maa and wife, there was not a happier member of the bridal party than Dr. Claret. The young man having, shortly after his return from sea, entered into partnership with an elder brother doing a thriving business in Front street, was now in good circumstances. He purchased a comfortable estate near the Bloomingdale Road, where he still resides with his beautiful and accomplished wife, About a year after their marriage, they were pleased by a visit from Ben Williams. The old sailor, shortly after his arrival in New York, in the brig which had picked up the party, had set out for New London, which he reached in time to ship in a steamer chartered by the owners of the “ Monongahela,” to go in search of their vessel. The steamer set suil on a clear morning, and with a fair wind soon cleared the harbor. Two days out, however, a heavy gale from the south-west came howling and whistling over the ocean, caus- ing the crew to close reef the topsails and furl the jibs. The great seas, tumbling and roaring over the bulwarks, swept the decks fore and aft with such violence that the men were finally obliged to batten down the hatches to prevent the water from getting into the hold. Rolling heavily from side to side, and burying the windlass at every plunge, the gallant craft staggered on, with every timber groaning as if about to part, and the connicloooks. com