11/17 Manuel shook his head, smiling. We was below Bezagos, and the brick she was from Liberia! So we sell our feesh there! Not bad, so? "My father he run his packet, an' she was a kind o' pinkey, abaout fifty ton, I guess,--the Rupert,--he run her over to Greenland's icy mountains the year ha'af our fleet was tryin' after cod there. An' what's more, he took my mother along with him,--to show her haow the money was earned, I presoom,--an' they was all iced up, an' I was born at Disko. |