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ON BOARD THE YOUNG PILOT.
After the vessels had separated and were rapidly increasing the space between them, I looked back upon the schooner Mary and recalled the many pleasant hours I had passed in that vessel, and asked myself if it would not have been better to have remained on board, trusting to the friendship of Captain Thompson and the promises of Mr.Jarvis.When I looked around, and fully comprehended the situation in which I had so unthinkingly placed myself, I saw little to give me consolation or encouragement.

Captain Moncrieff was not prepossessing in his person or deportment.

He was a tall, large-limbed Scotchman, about forty years of age, with light blue eyes and coarse, bloated features.

He was abrupt in his language, had an exalted opinion of his merits and capacity, was always the hero of his own story; and, although he subsequently proved to be a man of generous feelings, to my unpractised optics he looked more like a bully than a gentleman.
Mr.Campbell, the mate, was also a Scotchman; but his appearance and character differed essentially from those of the captain.