"Do you know him ?" "Caton pawb! as well as if he was my own son.

He's mate of the _Gwenllian_, trading to Monte Video and other foreign parts.

The _Gwenllian_ sailed about four months ago and would be back about now.
Is that what you are expecting ?" "Yes," said Sara, "Ebben Owens Garthowen is wearing his heart away longing for his son, and I think if I can see him I have news for him that will bring him to the old home." "Well, well," said the captain, "little did I think the mate of the _Gwenllian_ was the son of my old friend Ebben Owens Garthowen! Why! long ago I have been stopping with him, when he was a young man and I the same.

I remember he was courting a handsome girl there, the finest lass you ever set your eyes upon, straight she was, and tall, with brown hair and dark blue eyes, like the night sky with the stars in it; oh! she was a fine lass, and she carried her pail on her head as straight as a willow wand," and the old captain clasped his own waist above the hips, and strutted about with an imaginary pail on his head.
"Well, I heard afterwards that Ebben Owens treated her shocking bad, and married another girl, with money, but they say he never cared for her, and was never happy with her; and serve him right, say I.

Dear! dear! how the time slips by!" "Yes," said Sara, "he is an old man now, and in sore trouble.