My description of the exterior of this palatial residence is complete when I add that the proprietor nailed a horseshoe against the front door to keep off the witches--a very necessary precaution in these latitudes.
The inside of Sailor Ben's abode was not less striking than the outside.
The cottage contained two rooms; the one opening on the wharf he called his cabin; here he ate and slept.

His few tumblers and a frugal collection of crockery were set in a rack suspended over the table, which had a cleat of wood nailed round the edge to prevent the dishes from sliding off in case of a heavy sea.

Hanging against the walls were three or four highly colored prints of celebrated frigates, and a lithograph picture of a rosy young woman insufficiently clad in the American flag.

This was labelled "Kitty," though I'm sure it looked no more like her than I did.

A walrus-tooth with an Esquimaux engraved on it, a shark's jaw, and the blade of a sword-fish were among the enviable decorations of this apartment.