As to my navigating without geometry, thats a matter that wasn't worth booking, for it's no curiosity in these parts, bating a look at the compass once or twice a day, and so I take my leave of you, with offers to do any commission for you among the Sealing Islands, for which I sail to-morrow, wind and weather permitting.
"Yours to sarve, NOAH POKE." "To the Author of THE SPY, Esquire, ------ town, ------ county, York state.
"P.

S .-- I always told Sir John to steer clear of too much journalizing, but he did nothing but write, night and day, for a week; and as you brew, so you must bake.

The wind has chopped, and we shall take our anchor this tide; so no more at present.
"N.

B .-- Sir John is a little out about my eating the monkey, which I did, four years before I fell in with him, down on the Spanish Main.

It was not bad food to the taste, but was wonderful narvous to the eye.