The Monikins by James Fenimore Cooper
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little unsartainty makes a woman rational. As to my navigating
without geometry, thats a matter that wasn't worth booking, for it's no curiosity in these parts, bating a look at the compass once or twice a day, and so I take my leave of you, with offers to do any commission for you among the Sealing Islands, for which I sail to- morrow, wind and weather permitting. "Yours to sarve, NOAH POKE." "To the Author of THE SPY, Esquire, ---town,------county, York state. "P. S.--I always told Sir John to steer clear of too much journalizing, but he did nothing but write, night and day, for a week; and as you brew, so you must bake. The wind has chopped, and we shall take our anchor this tide; so no more at present. "N. B.--Sir John is a little out about my eating the monkey, which I did, four years before I fell in with him, down on the Spanish Main. It was not bad food to the taste, but was wonderful narvous to the eye. I r'ally thought I had got hold of Miss Poke's youngest born." THE MONIKINS. |
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