Mr.Trail, her part owner, who could survey his ship from his counting-house windows, straightway took boat and came up her side.
The owner of the Young Rachel, a large grave man in his own hair, and of a demure aspect, gave the hand of welcome to Captain Franks, who stood on his deck, and congratulated the captain upon the speedy and fortunate voyage which he had made.

And, remarking that we ought to be thankful to Heaven for its mercies, he proceeded presently to business by asking particulars relative to cargo and passengers.
Franks was a pleasant man, who loved a joke.

"We have," says he, "but yonder ugly negro boy, who is fetching the trunks, and a passenger who has the state cabin to himself." Mr.Trail looked as if he would have preferred more mercies from Heaven.
"Confound you, Franks, and your luck! The Duke William, which came in last week, brought fourteen, and she is not half of our tonnage." "And this passenger, who has the whole cabin, don't pay nothin'," continued the Captain.

"Swear now, it will do you good, Mr.Trail, indeed it will.

I have tried the medicine." "A passenger take the whole cabin and not pay?
Gracious mercy, are you a fool, Captain Franks ?" "Ask the passenger himself, for here he comes." And, as the master spoke, a young man of some nineteen years of age came up the hatchway.
He had a cloak and a sword under his arm, and was dressed in deep mourning, and called out, "Gumbo, you idiot, why don't you fetch the baggage out of the cabin?
Well, shipmate, our journey is ended.