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Old Salt Kossabone

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Far back, related on my mother’s side,

Old Salt Kossabone, I’ll tell you how he died:

(Had been a sailor all his life — was nearly 90 — lived with his

married grandchild, Jenny;

House on a hill, with view of bay at hand, and distant cape, and

stretch to open sea;)

The last of afternoons, the evening hours, for many a year his

regular custom,

In his great arm chair by the window seated,

(Sometimes, indeed, through half the day,)

Watching the coming, going of the vessels, he mutters to himself —

And now the close of all:

One struggling outbound brig, one day, baffled for long — cross-tides

and much wrong going,

At last at nightfall strikes the breeze aright, her whole luck veering,

And swiftly bending round the cape, the darkness proudly entering,

cleaving, as he watches,

“She’s free — she’s on her destination” — these the last words — when

Jenny came, he sat there dead,

Dutch Kossabone, Old Salt, related on my mother’s side, far back.

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