Celeste read on:
"DEAR BROTHER SILAS:--You will, no doubt, be surprised to find I
am in this town when I usually go to Gloucester or Boston, but the truth
is I had a strange adventure during my last fishing trip on the Polly
Sanders, and I thought I would come into port as close to you as I
could. About ten days ago I had a good catch on the Banks and sailed for
home, bound for Boston. A heavy fog came up, and we lay to for more than
twenty-four hours. During the night, heard cries, and my mate, Jim
Brown, stuck to it that some ship must have run ashore; and he was
right, for when the fog lifted we saw the masts of a three-master
sticking out of water, close on shore, and about a mile from where we
lay. We up sail and ran down as close as we dared to see if there was
anybody living on the wreck. We couldn't see anybody, but I sent out Jim
Brown with a boat to make a thorough search. In about an hour he came
back, bringing a half-drowned woman and just the nicest, chubbiest,
little black-eyed girl baby that you ever saw in your life. Jim said the
woman was lashed to a spar, and when he first saw her, there was a man
in the water swimming and trying to push the spar towards the land, but
before he reached him the man sunk and he didn't get another sight of
him.
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