And then he scornfully spat into the river.

Captain Bannister's face turned a darker red, and he glanced over
his shoulder at the man. Then he bent forward again, peered ahead
and under the sail as if sighting our course with great care, and
turned the wheel a little.

"Some folks don't have nothin' to do but mind other folks's
business for 'em," he remarked, looking aloft as if speaking to
the mast head.

There was silence for a moment. We felt that the man in the blue
shirt had somehow insulted all of us.

"Not that I care what a Pennsylvania Dutchman that aint never been
anywhere 'cept between here an' Philadelphy a-shovellin' coal
says, anyhow," he added.

Then he was silent again.

'"Taint as though I give her the name, myself," he observed, at
last. "Seein' I just got her a week ago last Saturday. I ASKED
Casper Hoyt what under the canopy possessed him to give her a name
like that. Said his father named her. Well, I thought his father
must be plumb foolish, or something, but I didn't like to say so
to HIM. Seems too bad to waste them gilt letters, or I'd a-had
another name on her 'fore this. I wanted to use as many of them
letters as I could, an' I thought of callin' her for my aunt, over
at Greenland."