The captain was so jolly and outspoken; so brave and independent--witness his crossing of the great Atkins in the matter of the downstairs teacher.

That was a reckless piece of folly which would, doubtless, be rewarded after its kind, but Bailey, though he professed to condemn it, secretly wished he had the pluck to dare such things.

As it was, he didn't dare contradict Keturah.
With the exception of one voyage as cabin boy to New Orleans, a voyage which convinced him that he was not meant for a seaman, Mr.Bangs had never been farther from his native village than Boston.

Captain Cy had been almost everywhere and seen almost everything.

He could spin yarns that beat the serial stories in the patent inside of the Bayport Breeze all hollow.