Sixty men for'ard that _was_ men, an' eight boys, an' drive! drive! drive! Three hundred an' seventy-four miles for a day's run under t'gallantsails, an' in the squalls eighteen knots o' line not enough to time her.

Eighty-nine days--never beat, an' tied once by the old _Andrew Jackson_ nine years afterwards.

Them was the days!" "When did the _Andrew Jackson_ tie her ?" I asked, because of the growing suspicion that he was "having" me.
"In 1860," was his prompt reply.
"And you sailed in the _Flying Cloud_ nine years before that, and this is 1913--why, that was sixty-two years ago," I charged.
"And I was seven years old," he chuckled.

"My mother was stewardess on the _Flyin' Cloud_.

I was born at sea.