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Literary
February 27, 1926
Arizona State Miner
Wickenburg, Maricopa County, Arizona
What is this article about?
In colonial New York, Captain Farraday delivers letters from London and trade goods to Master Ormerod after escaping a pirate chase by Captain Rip-Rap. Ormerod arranges cargo transfer and expresses unease about the encounter.
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And with Lieutenant Governor Colden and the rest he made to move off. Only my father lingered.
"You have letters for me, Captain Farraday?" he asked.
"Aye, indeed, sir—from Master Allen, your agent in London. I was on my way to deliver 'em. And a goodly store of strouds, axes, knives, beads, tools, flints and other trade goods to your account."
"I will accept the letters at your hands, and even save you the trip to Pearl street, captain," replied my father. "My son, Robert, here, will visit you aboard ship in the morning and take measures to arrange for transshipping your cargo."
"I ha' no quarrel with such terms," rejoined Captain Farraday, fishing a silken-wrapped packet from his coat-tail pocket. "Here you are, Master Ormerod. And I'll be off to the George tavern for a bite of shore food and a mug of mulled ale."
My father fidgeted the packet in his hands for a moment.
"You are certain 'twas Captain Rip-Rap who chased you?" he asked then.
"I'd swear to his foretops'ls," answered Farraday confidently. "As I said afore, he chased me once in '43, and Jenkins he took off Jamaica in the ship Cynthia out o' Southampton, when Flint was for drowning the lot o' them; but Rip-Rap, in his cold way, says there was no point to slaying without purpose, and they turned 'em loose in the longboat. And there's none left on the Account' that sail in a great ship fit to be a king's frigate, save it be Rip-Rap—Flint's Walrus is a tall ship and heavy armed, but hath not the sail spread o' the Royal James. Jenkins says she was a Frenchman, and 'tis to be admitted she hath the fine-run lines the Frenchies build."
"I Made Her Out for a Frigate."
My father was hard put to it to make head against this flow of talk, but at last he succeeded.
"It was my understanding," he said, "that Captain Rip-Rap disappeared from the West Indies during the late war. I give you thanks, captain. Pray call upon me at your leisure, and if I can be of any service to you I am at your command."
Captain Farraday stumped off toward the George, a tail of the curious at his heels, and I grinned to myself at thought of the strong drink they would offer him in return for his tale. There was no chance of his being sober inside of twenty-four hours.
My father nodded absently to Peter, who had stood throughout the entire conversation, his flat face sleepily imperturbable.
"I like it not," he muttered, as if to himself.
Peter gave him a quick look but said nothing.
"Is there anything wrong, father?" I asked.
He frowned at me, then stared off at the housetops in a way he had, al-
"You have letters for me, Captain Farraday?" he asked.
"Aye, indeed, sir—from Master Allen, your agent in London. I was on my way to deliver 'em. And a goodly store of strouds, axes, knives, beads, tools, flints and other trade goods to your account."
"I will accept the letters at your hands, and even save you the trip to Pearl street, captain," replied my father. "My son, Robert, here, will visit you aboard ship in the morning and take measures to arrange for transshipping your cargo."
"I ha' no quarrel with such terms," rejoined Captain Farraday, fishing a silken-wrapped packet from his coat-tail pocket. "Here you are, Master Ormerod. And I'll be off to the George tavern for a bite of shore food and a mug of mulled ale."
My father fidgeted the packet in his hands for a moment.
"You are certain 'twas Captain Rip-Rap who chased you?" he asked then.
"I'd swear to his foretops'ls," answered Farraday confidently. "As I said afore, he chased me once in '43, and Jenkins he took off Jamaica in the ship Cynthia out o' Southampton, when Flint was for drowning the lot o' them; but Rip-Rap, in his cold way, says there was no point to slaying without purpose, and they turned 'em loose in the longboat. And there's none left on the Account' that sail in a great ship fit to be a king's frigate, save it be Rip-Rap—Flint's Walrus is a tall ship and heavy armed, but hath not the sail spread o' the Royal James. Jenkins says she was a Frenchman, and 'tis to be admitted she hath the fine-run lines the Frenchies build."
"I Made Her Out for a Frigate."
My father was hard put to it to make head against this flow of talk, but at last he succeeded.
"It was my understanding," he said, "that Captain Rip-Rap disappeared from the West Indies during the late war. I give you thanks, captain. Pray call upon me at your leisure, and if I can be of any service to you I am at your command."
Captain Farraday stumped off toward the George, a tail of the curious at his heels, and I grinned to myself at thought of the strong drink they would offer him in return for his tale. There was no chance of his being sober inside of twenty-four hours.
My father nodded absently to Peter, who had stood throughout the entire conversation, his flat face sleepily imperturbable.
"I like it not," he muttered, as if to himself.
Peter gave him a quick look but said nothing.
"Is there anything wrong, father?" I asked.
He frowned at me, then stared off at the housetops in a way he had, al-
What sub-type of article is it?
Prose Fiction
Dialogue
What themes does it cover?
Commerce Trade
Political
War Peace
What keywords are associated?
Pirate Chase
Colonial Trade
Captain Farraday
Rip Rap
West Indies
Lieutenant Governor Colden
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"I'd Swear To His Foretops'ls," Answered Farraday Confidently. "As I Said Afore, He Chased Me Once In '43, And Jenkins He Took Off Jamaica In The Ship Cynthia Out O' Southampton, When Flint Was For Drowning The Lot O' Them; But Rip Rap, In His Cold Way, Says There Was No Point To Slaying Without Purpose, And They Turned 'Em Loose In The Longboat."