My old chronometer, a good one, had been long in disuse.

It would cost fifteen dollars to clean and rate it.

Fifteen dollars! For sufficient reasons I left that timepiece at home, where the Dutchman left his anchor.

I had the great lantern, and a lady in Boston sent me the price of a large two-burner cabin lamp, which lighted the cabin at night, and by some small contriving served for a stove through the day.
Being thus refitted I was once more ready for sea, and on May 7 again made sail.

With little room in which to turn, the _Spray_, in gathering headway, scratched the paint off an old, fine-weather craft in the fairway, being puttied and painted for a summer voyage.