code/c/C++Primer/ch12/novel.txt

Henry led the way through the streets until we came to the anchorage basin beyond the docks.
He was talkative enough, but my head ached from the blow I had received from the man of peace, and I paid little attention to the fellows words.

We passed a large American ship that had been captured by the English during the war and sold.
She loomed up grandly from the small craft lying near, her long, tapering masts still showing the unmistakable Yankee rigging, and her yards having yet a vestige of the white American cloth which has since been a pleasant feature of all our craft.
Her paint was worn off, however, and upon her decks a mongre l crew chattered away like a pack of monkeys.
I halted a moment and looked at her in disgust.

"What ship is that?" I asked.

The Independence of Boston.
She were taken by the English line ship St. Marys off Cape St. Roque.
She were stove up some.
See that big piece spliced into her stern where she was shot 19away.
Her mainyards fished in two places. Took two whole broadsides to fetch her to, they say.
That trim-lookin craft beyond her is the one were headin fer, --the one laying head on with the foreyards cockbilled.

We went toward the vessel indicated, and I soon saw what indeed appeared to be a fine craft. She was large, probably five hundred tons, but she was barque rigged, with her mainmast stepped well aft. Her foreyards were lifted to starboard and her main were braced to all angles, giving her the appearance of having been suddenly deserted by her crew after making port. Upon the spars the white canvas lay bent and furled, the clews standing out a foot or two clear of the bunt, and the gaskets hove in taut as brass bands. Her black sides showed a good freeboard, but I thought little of this, as nearly all vessels bound to the westward were going pretty light at that time. She was coppered, and the top band was a good half-fathom clear of the water. She was pierced for six guns on a side, and had several more ports painted along the bulwarks on the main-deck, as was the custom of the day. At a distance she might have been taken for a vessel of twenty or more guns. Her build was English, but her rig was Scandinavian, and I noticed her poop was painted white everywhere except on deck, after the Yankee fashion.

20Three heavy boats were slung amidships on booms. Forward of these a galley was built or lashed upon the deck, and from its window appeared the black head of an African.
We went close to the waters edge and Henry hailed.

Th-war-bull-yah! Ahoy! he bellowed.

Whats her name? I asked.

Ha-Yah-Wah, ahoy! he bellowed again in answer, and the nigger in the galley waved a white rag in reply.

May the sharks eat me, you dock wrastler, but thats a queer name for a fine ship! How do you call her? I asked.