bucketmaker

Nat, the "bucketmaker," grave and sober, left the seas, and, I believe, is a hack-driver in his native town, although I have not had the luck to see him since the Alert hauled into her berth at the North End. One cold winter evening, a pull at the bell, and a woman in distress wished to see me.

Two years before the mast, and twenty-four years after: a personal narrative 1869