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too. I went to Church with them every evening, dipped my finger in the holy water, and looked very pious at the priest bobbing about at the altar.
One time I came near getting in trouble. It was St. Patrick's day, a great feast day, and I went with the folks to church. I saw they all had prayer-books except myself, so I took "P. Pickle" which I happened to have in my pocket, and looked in it. But I had hardly opened it before the captain's old wife saw that it was not a prayer book. When we got home she gave me a severe lecture, especially when she found it was a novel. Such a book is, in their eyes, one
of the greatest sins. Later I learned they were not so honest themselves, for a little tool I left there I never got back. Still I kept on visiting them whenever I was in Baltimore.
Boston is the prettiest town I have seen in America, but the surroundings are naked, as nearly all the forests are cut down. Here it was that the first battle of the Revolutionary War was fought. Later they raised a monument on Bunker hill, which I saw when I was last in Boston. I also heard much talk about a beautiful public garden but when I saw it, I was much disappointed, as it was only a	large lawn with a	few trees.	On the	way	back from Boston, we
landed at New	Bedford, where I	put the money in	the	bank I have	already
mentioned.
We were becalmed one day in the Chesapeake and were ordered to scrape the masts. I refused to do it with my own knife, as that would ruin it. So the captain got mad and he scolded me. The more he scolded, the madder he got. At last he grabbed a hand spike and started for me. So I grabbed the cook's ax and I told him if he dared come nearer, I would strike him in the head. He put down the hand spike and everything was all right again.
I told him, though, that I would leave him as soon as we got to Baltimore. So, when we arrived there, I asked him for my	money.	But	he would not	hear of
my leaving and	begged me to stay.	But I was	determined,	so he had to	pay me.
I went to a lodging house, as I intended to remain there until after Christmas.
Americans do not keep Christmas nearly as holy as Sundays. I don't believe they even had church. It is only a day when people have to get drunk. I went to the theatre that night and saw "Hamlet", but it was played very poorly. But I saw a splendid museum of Natural History. Especially wonderful was the skeleton of a mammoth that had been found in Ohio. It was over twelve feet high. Its tusks stood out like an elephant's and were about eight feet long. There were paintings and wax figures of all kinds - some very beautiful.
I saw a menagerie, too, which I thought was fine. There were six lions -three in a cage, and their keepers would go in and play with them. There was a rhinoceros, too - probably the ugliest animal in the world.
Almost every night while I was yet in town, I went to a Methodist Prayer Meeting, and truly, I believe they were all crazy. All wanted to talk and pray at the same time, and they made such a racket it seemed terrible to me.
When I was tired of Baltimore, I shipped on the brig 'North" going to New York. I went aboard before the rest of the crew. When they came they were so drunk that, to keep them on board, we had to pull out into the stream. Next morning, when we should sail, they all had delirium tremens because they had so suddenly stopped drinking. They were perfectly desperate. We had to stay there two days until they were well enough to work.
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