“Boston! Hooray!” I exult, as the tall church steepleso the city come into view.I’m up on the crow’s nest as lookout as we enter theharbor, and I can barely contain my excitement.
Te USAagain! I’m ree and not being chased or once, and I will seemy riends soon! And, and, oh, joy!
put her nose into Massa-chusetts Bay this morning and headed north up the harborwith a ne wind behind her — which was very good, or itmeans we shall not have to row her into the dock. Tat isbackbreaking work, and we poor sailors are glad not to haveto do it.We slip between Lovell and Great Brewster Islands andthen
And so we turn, leaving Tompson to star-board, and then there’s Spectacle Island —
getting close now, girl —
another small turn to the right, and then into BostonHarbor. I can smell the sh markets rom here and to me,aer our weeks o clean, bracing salt-sea air, it smells right