THE RELIGION OF A SAILOR

    A sea captain  from  God and about t all t t orm and darkness must needs took my supper ain Moran on board t, t  into a ern river from I kno y, as is talked in he hard energy of his calling.

    “Sur,” said ell of tain’s prayer?”

    “No,” said I; “?”

    “It is,” iff upper lip.’”

    “And  mean?”

    “It means,”   I  make a fool o’ meself. lantic, and I standin’ on te comes up to me looking mortial bad. Says ain, all’s up  you knoain percentage go doo go down?’ ‘Yes, sur,’ says o you!”’