chicacomico

Updated: June 17, 2025

"Yer, Hominy," he said, "get to work with your needle, old gal; I'm goin' to take you home." With a good start, and a fair wind and slack tide, Johnson was off Vienna at eight o'clock. "Ten mile to go, an' they can't catch me with a racehorse," he said, "after I pass Chicacomico wharf, an' git abaft the marshes. I'm boozy fur sleep. Thar's two in this crew I don't know, and I must be helmsman.

George Alfred Townsend - The Entailed Hat: Or, Patty Cannon's Times