Chapter 1. My Early Days At Home
_ CHAPTER ONE. MY EARLY DAYS AT HOME
Brother Jack, a seaman‘s bag over his shoulders, trudged sturdily ahead； father followed, carrying the oars, spars, sails, and other gear of the wherry, while as I toddled alongside him I held on with one hand to the skirt of his pea-jacket, and griped the boat-hook which had been given to my charge with the other.
From the front of the well-known inn, the "Keppel‘s Head," the portrait of the brave old admiral, which I always looked at with awe and admiration, thinking what a great man he must have been, gazed sternly down on us as we made our way along the Common Hard of Portsea towards the water‘s edge.
Father and Jack hauled in the wherry, and having deposited their burdens in her, set to work to mop her out and to put her to rights, while I stood, still grasping the boat-hook, which I held upright with the point in the ground, watching their proceedings, till father, lifting me up in his arms, placed

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