Captain Zeb was an angry man, for he venerated that horse.
The storm caused by these outbreaks subsided and Trumet settled into its jog trot.

The stages rattled through daily, the packet came and went every little while, occasionally a captain returned home from a long voyage, and another left for one equally long.

Old Mrs.Prince, up at the west end of the town, was very anxious concerning her son, whose ship was overdue at Calcutta and had not been heard from.

The minister went often to see her and tried to console, but what consolation is there when one's only child and sole support is nobody knows where, drowned and dead perhaps, perhaps a castaway on a desert island, or adrift with a desperate crew in an open boat?
And Mrs.Prince would say, over and over again: "Yes, yes, Mr.Ellery.Thank you.

I'm sure you mean to encourage me, but oh, you don't know the things that happen to seafarin' men.