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Jack The Sailor Rusticating In The Country

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Many years ago there was a man, well knowu among the marinera in the city of New Y;rk, by the name of Jaok Wilber, aD old ealt, wlio had spent most of his time for thirty years on the Ocean, had doubled Cipo Hom as many as a dozec times wiiile eugaged in the wbaling businofS. hati been j-hipwrecked twico, and the last time cuiiie vcry uear losiug h a lifu , and in faot, he waw a man who had secn service, and hu found, aa a matter of course, bis strenglb and activity was on the decline. He had thought mauy times seriously of abandoning the Ocean, and engaging in some business ou shore that would be moro agreeable and less dangerous. And on his return to New York from a whaling voyage, on board of the ship Fearnaught, Capt. Prindle, with a largo cargo of oil, Jaok toid his sbipmatea that he had codcluded to tako a short trip into the country, and rüsticato awhile, and then make up hin mind whether he would take his thou-saud dollars from the sa ving's bank, aud buy for himself a little cozy place, settle down, and be happy for the rest of his lifo, j or spend the remainder of his days upon the talt water. He thought he would have plenty of time while the Captain would be disposing of his oargo and preparing for another voyage. And next morning, Jack was een starting out on foot, and alone, with visionu of a;r castles reyolving in his head. The next day in the afternoon, he found himself io one of the rural dis tricts, a few miles from the city, wálking aloug leisurely, up one street aud down another, meditating, and maturing a plan for bis future course io Ufe ; and ín turning around a córner, he took a look down the street, and saw a large buil coming directly towards bim, with bis tail stiokiug strait out behind, and two dogs in his rear, snapping at his heeis at nearly every jump, and they were making the best of time. Jack thought it a suspieious looking craft ; so he squared himself on his pins, threw himself on his dignity, and when within bailing distance, let off at the top of his voice : " JBull ahoy 1 - Hard starboard ! - ease away there on your spanker sheet you lubberly son of a cow, you'll be foul ot me." The nest moment Jack was rolling in the dirt. Instantly springing up with the claret drippiug fiom his nose, and his anger oozing out of his very finger ends, he said, " d - n youreyes. Itold you you'd be foul of me." And as soon as he had brushed the dust and gravel from his peepers, and recovered hishat,he left for the salt water again, coocluding that however pleasant it might be for other people to live in the country, as for himself, it was disagreeable if not dangerous to be sailiug among sucb wild and rude craft. He intended to keep a knowledge of Jie affair from reaching the ears of his shipmates, but somehow it leaked out, and poor Jack nevor heard the last of hia rusticating in the country for many a day.


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