Picked up at Sea

It was a peculiarity with Mr Seth Allport, the first mate of the Susan Jane, that when he spoke on medical topics and subjects, which formed the only real education he had received, his mode of speech was refined and almost polished; whereas, his usual language when engaged in seafaring matters--his present vocation--was vernacular in the extreme, smacking more of Vermont than it did of Harvard and college training.

"I'm certain my diagnosis is correct," he said again to Mr Rawlings-- after seeing the lad clothed in a flannel shirt and thick pair of trousers of the skipper's, into whose cot he was then carefully placed, and wrapped up, the little fellow closing his eyes at once and sinking into a sound sleep--"and when he wakes up he'll be all right, and be able to tell us all about himself."

"I hope you may be right," Mr Rawlings said, doubtfully. "Sleep may do much for him; at any rate, I will remain in the cabin to watch him for a while."

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