Esther
chapter i.
Jacob Allen, captain of a lumber-sloop, which lay at her pier far up on the North River side of the city, chose to sleep, one hot, close night, two summers ago, on the deck of his Lady Franklin. “The Lady,” as he familiarly called her, was his own from keel to streamer; and he liked better to “stay at home” in her cabin or on her deck, than to find lodgings ashore. The tide was high at the stillest hour, not long before dawn, and there was neither ripple at rudder, nor flutter at pennant; and Jacob lay wide awake—it happened so—looking up at the stars. Far off… Read More