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    asked the address of the firm that
    owned, or rather _had_ owned the John, and proceeded to the
    counting-house forthwith. I told my story, but found that Kite had
    been before me. It seems that the Tigris got a fair wind, three days
    after the blow, that carried her up to the very wharves of
    Philadelphia, when most of the John's people had come on to New York
    without delay. By communications with the shore at the cape, the pilot
    had learned that his boat had never returned, and our loss was
    supposed to have inevitably occurred. The accounts of all this were in
    the papers, and I began to fear that the distressing tidings might
    have reached Clawbonny. Indeed, there were little obituary notices of
    Rupert and myself in the journals, inserted by some hand piously
    employed, I should think, by Mr. Kite. We were tenderly treated,
    considering our _escapade_; and _my_ fortune and prospects
    were dwelt on with some touches of eloquence that might have been
    spared.

    In that day, however, a newspaper was a very different thing from what
    it has since become. Then, journals were created merely to meet the
    demand, and news was given as it actually occurred; whereas, now, the
    competition has produced a change that any one can appreciate, when it
    is remembered to what a _competition in news_ must infallibly
    lead. In that day, our own journals had not taken to imitating the
    worst features of the English newspapers--talents and education are
    not yet cheap enough in America to enable them to imitate the
    best--and the citizen was supposed to have some rights, as put in
    opposition to the press. The public sense of right had not become
    blunted by familiarity with abuses, and the miserable and craven
    apology was never heard for not enforcing the laws, that nobody cares
    for what the newspapers say. Owing to these causes, I escaped a
    thousand lies about myself, my history, my disposition, character and
    acts. Still, I was in print; and I confess it half-frightened me to
    see my death announced in such obvious letters, although I had
    physical evidence of being alive and well.

    The owners questioned me closely about the manner in which the John
    was lost, and expressed themselves satisfied with my answers. I then
    produced my half-joes, and asked to borrow something less than their

    amount on their security. To the latter part of the proposition,
    however, these gentlemen would not listen, forcing a check for a
    hundred dollars on me, desiring that the money might be paid at my own
    convenience. Knowing I had Clawbonny, and a very comfortable income
    under my lee, I made no scruples about accepting the sum, and took my
    leave.

    Rupert and I had now the means of equipping ourselves neatly, though
    always in sailor guise.
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