Lost Lenore

"Now my little `Rolling Stone,'" said he, when about to take leave of me, "you are going to have plenty of rolling now, and may you roll so far away, as never to roll across my path again."

He appeared to think this was very witty, for he was much amused at what he had said, and laughed long and loudly.

I made no reply, until he was in the boat, which was about to shove off from the ship, when, looking over the bulwarks, I called after him.

"Mr Leary! if you ill-use my mother, brother, or sister, in my absence, I will certainly kill you when I come back."

Mr Leary made no reply, further than to answer me with a smile, that a hyena might have envied.

Volume One, Chapter III.

STORMY JACK.

There have been so many stories told of the sufferings of boys, when first sent to sea, that I shall not dwell long on those that befell myself.

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