Day 305: She's no' been christened proper yet, on account o' a stiff wind come up out'n th' east an' put too much chop on th' water. Yet she 'as a name, she do. She be th' Tanager, fer bein' colored alike that purty bird o' th' same callin'. An' wi' that said plain an' simple, I be plannin' t' rise wi' dawn on th' morrow, be th' weather fair an' calm, we'll be puttin' out o' Mossyrock at Swofford Pond fer a day's sailin'.
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