I was in the counting-room, talking with Peter Corlaer, the chief of our fur-traders--he was that very day come down-river from the Iroquois country--when the boy, Darby, ran in from the street. “The Bristol packet is in, Master Robert,” he cried. “And, oh, sir, the watermen do say there be a pirate ship off the Hook!”…
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