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drove me to [[Yarmouth]] in our old market cart,
and with a hearty shake of the hand and good
wishes kindly expressed, put me on board the
little brig '[[Nathaniel]]" lying in the harbour, a friend
having previously secured a birth for me, being
acquainted with the Captain, who was bound to [[London]]
with flour. We went out of the harbour early
one Sunday morning. Mother's tears at parting sat heavy
on my heart, but my companions took no heed
of my sadness, it was only a boy's sorrow and
they were men, hardy rough sailors, some of them
hardy old "men-of-wars-men" had seen life in all
phases. The duties of the ship soon claimed all my
attention, every thing was new and I had everything to learn.

When clear of the harbor as the wind was against us
we had to break to windward which causes frequent
tacking in that narrow roadstead, and, the constant
hauling the ropes necessary under such circumstances
I soon found out was harder work than I had been
accustomed to, finally as we made no progress, I
heard with much satisfaction the captain give the order
to let go the anchor, the sails were now to be furled
and I was ordered a-loft with one of the men, to
have my first lesson in "furling sails" The main-top-
gallant-sail was my first destination, and true I
made a wretched hand of getting up the rigging, and by the
time I reached the 'main-top' the man was hard at work
with the sail, nor could I then convince myself that
I should ever be able to stand where he then
was, upon a small rope not bigger round

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