To John Snow's home in Gloucester came the tale this night of how Arthur Snow was washed from the deck of Hugh Glynn's vessel and lost at sea; and it was Saul Haverick, his sea clothes still on him, who brought the word. "I'm telling you, John Snow," said Saul--and he out of breath almost with the telling--"and others than me will by an' by be telling you, what a black night it was, with a high-running sea and wind to blow the last coat o' paint off the vessel, but o' course _he_ had to be the first o' the fleet--nothing less would do _him_--to make the market with his big ketch. It was for others, not for him, to show the way to take in sail, he said, and not a full hour before it happened…
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