T. CHAMBERLAIN
"Whither bound?" said his wife to the captain one morn
As he stood, oars and fish lines in his hands,
"Outside Sandy Neck, to try fisherman's luck
For bluefish, or mackerel or clams."
"Good luck and good-bye," said his fond loving wife,
"The weather looks pleasant and fair,
You'll be back at the landing on the full of the tide,
And the children and I'll wait you there."
But when rounding Beach Point, with his good catch of fish,
The captain was caught in a squall,
Black clouds, wind and thunder, lightning and hail,
While the rain in torrents did fall.
Quick he lowered his sail, but the wind snapped his mast,
Away they went over the side.
One gunwale under water, the other in air,
Lifted high by the surging tide.
Then the captain braced himself as with sinews of steel,
A hand on each gunwale places he,
So he balanced and steadied his frail little craft,
Rolling there in the trough of the sea.
His wife from the window saw his peril in the storm.
And away to the landing she sped.
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