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- Our captain, who had put on another hat and coat, and was lounging in
an elegant attitude on the poop, now put his high polished brass
trumpet to his mouth, and said in a very rude voice for conversation,
_“Where from?”_
To which the other captain rejoined with some outlandish Dutch
gibberish, of which we could only make out, that the ship belonged to
Hamburg, as her flag denoted.
_Hamburg!_
Bless my soul! and here I am on the great Atlantic Ocean, actually
beholding a ship from Holland! It was passing strange. In my intervals
of leisure from other duties, I followed the strange ship till she was
quite a little speck in the distance.
I could not but be struck with the manner of the two sea-captains
during their brief interview. Seated at their ease on their respective
“poops” toward the stern of their ships, while the sailors were obeying
their behests; they touched hats to each other, exchanged compliments,
and drove on, with all the indifference of two Arab horsemen accosting
each other on an airing in the Desert. To them, I suppose, the great
Atlantic Ocean was a puddle.
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