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It is but a few days since Nathaniel Hadlock was sentenced to be severely whipped for declaring that he could receive no profit from Mr. H 's preaching, since Thomas Maule was mauled to the extent of ten stripes for declaring that Mr.
Then: "What have you got for her on the Sound, Skinner?" "Nothing nasty, sir. We'll have to give him a regular cargo this time that is, unless he quits. I've got a cargo for Sydney, ready at our own mill at Port Hadlock." "Well, he hasn't resigned yet," Cappy declared; "so we might as well beat him to it. Wire him, Skinner, to tow to our mill at Port Hadlock and load for Sydney.
These instructions Mr. Skinner grudgingly complied with; and Matt Peasley, with his hatches wide open and buckets of punk burning in the hold to dispel the lingering fragrance of his recent cargo concluding that, on the whole, he and Mr. Murphy had come through the entire affair very handsomely indeed towed down to Hadlock and commenced to take on cargo.
Away down in my wicked heart I know you want some nice number one stock from our Washington mill, at Port Hadlock; but unfortunately you have failed to stipulate it so we'll slip you a little of the California product and teach you something you ought to know." Whereupon Cappy sent the order to his mill on Humboldt Bay, California.
"Go over into the town, sir," he said, "and in any photograph gallery you can pick up a picture of some old man. Write your name across it and send it to Cappy. He'll be just as happy, then, as though he had good sense." "By George, I'll just do that!" Matt declared, and forthwith went ashore. He sought the only photographer in Port Hadlock.
And purchases by the United States Government will shoot the price up to a hundred and fifty dollars a thousand if you and I don't get busy. Now then, Skinner, listen to me! We have a couple of thousand acres of wonderful spruce timber adjacent to our fir holdings at Port Hadlock, Washington.
Attend to the transfer of authority before she gets out of the Sound." Cappy Ricks' telegram to Matt, in care of the mill at Port Hadlock, arrived several hours after the Retriever, fully loaded with fir lumber, had been snatched away from the mill dock by a tug and started on her long tow to Dungeness, where the hawser would be cast off.
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