The captain, after gravely staring me in the face a moment, as much as to say, "What do YOU know about newspapers or politics ?" inquired the name of the newspaper I was talking about.
I mentioned the name of the paper.

"Well," said he, "I have that paper, with others, in a bundle in the cabin so that matter can be soon settled." Down he went into the cabin, leaving me not a little alarmed at his conduct.

Thinks I to myself, "Can he be offended because a vagabond like myself has dared to differ with him on a question of fact ?" He soon appeared on deck with a large bundle of newspapers, which he put into my hands, at the same time taking possession of the tiller.
"There," said he, "find the newspaper you were speaking of and pick out the paragraph, IF YOU CAN." From my earliest boyhood I had manifested a strong attachment for newspapers.

It may have been that, not finding other means to gratify my thirst for reading, I read every newspaper that came in my way; and as I was blessed with a good memory, I always kept tolerably well posted in regard to the current news of the day.

I opened the bundle and promptly singled out the newspaper in question, and pointing to a paragraph with my finger, said, "There, sir, you may see for yourself." The captain seemed astonished.