"There's the codders and the herring-busses.

We're over far south for them, I reckon.

But we can't be more'n two hundred mile from Port Royal in Arcadia, and we're in the line of the St.Lawrence trade.

If I had three white mountain pines, Amos, and a hundred yards of stout canvas I'd get up on the top of this thing, d'ye see, and I'd rig such a jury-mast as would send her humming into Boston Bay.

Then I'd break her up and sell her for what she was worth, and turn a few pieces over the business.