£7 GOOD LITTLE ROBIN. S3 lie was,” said he, “ and if he had lived, there would not have been his better, in good time, to hand, reef, and steer, aboard any ship that swims. He was but eleven, and as smart as a steel trap.” “ Pray, sir,” said the landlady, laying down her knitting, and taking off her glasses, “was Richard Wild lost at sea?” “Ay, ay, good wife,” said the mariner, dashing the tear from his eye, with a hand as big and as brown as a leg of mutton half roasted ; “lost at sea, off Cape Hatteras, in a gale that made the old ship crack again, and with tlte sky as black as -fiiidnight without moon. A sea, and a horrible sea it was, struck us on the quarter, and took the poop lad with, it, together with Bob Gleason, the serond mate. Bob, poor fellow, cried out lustily, and his shout, as he went over, was loud tlian the storm ; but the cries of little Dick sunk into the hearts of the whole crew. The old boatswain, who had a fine voice, and was the life of the ship’s company, refused to sing another song till we got into port.” “ And why, in the name of patience,” cried the old landlady, whose spec
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