"He's a poet, an' he's baound to say his piece.

'Comes from daown aour way, too." He did not say that Captain B.Edwardes had striven for five consecutive years to be allowed to recite a piece of his own composition on Gloucester Memorial Day.

An amused and exhausted committee had at last given him his desire.

The simplicity and utter happiness of the old man, as he stood up in his very best Sunday clothes, won the audience ere he opened his mouth.

They sat unmurmuring through seven-and-thirty hatchet-made verses describing at fullest length the loss of the schooner Joan Hasken off the Georges in the gale of 1867, and when he came to an end they shouted with one kindly throat.
A far-sighted Boston reporter slid away for a full copy of the epic and an interview with the author; so that earth had nothing more to offer Captain Bart Edwardes, ex-whaler, shipwright, master-fisherman, and poet, in the seventy-third year of his age.
"Naow, I call that sensible," said an Eastport man.