Hardly were the ribs of the sloop up before apple-trees were in bloom.

Then the daisies and the cherries came soon after.

Close by the place where the old _Spray_ had now dissolved rested the ashes of John Cook, a revered Pilgrim father.
So the new _Spray_ rose from hallowed ground.

From the deck of the new craft I could put out my hand and pick cherries that grew over the little grave.

The planks for the new vessel, which I soon came to put on, were of Georgia pine an inch and a half thick.