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Title: Jack Mason, The Old Sailor
Author: Theodore Thinker
Release Date: February 15, 2004 [EBook #11105]
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[Illustration: Jack telling his stories.]
JACK MASON, THE OLD SAILOR.

WITH ILLUSTRATIONS.
FOR CHILDREN.
BY THEODORE THINKER.
1850.
THE OLD SAILOR.
Jack Mason had been to sea a great many times when I first knew him,
and he has been a great many times since. He has sailed in a ship
almost all over the world. Such a host of stories as he can tell! Why, I
do believe if he could find little boys and girls to talk to, he would
begin in the morning as soon as he had got through his breakfast, and
do nothing but tell stories about what he has seen, until it was time to
go to bed at night. I don't know but he would want to stop once or twice
to eat. Jack loves a good dinner as well as anybody.
Jack is the one that you see in the picture, with his pea-jacket on, and a
book in his hand. He is in a ship, telling his stories now to that boy
sitting on a coil of rope. See, the boy is looking right at the old man,
hearing all he says. I wonder what Jack is talking about now. He must
be telling one of his best stories, I guess; for the boy lifts his head up,
as much as to say, "Dear me! who ever heard of such a thing!"
Jack is a good man. He is not like a great many sailors that I have seen.
He does not use bad words. He never drinks rum, or any thing of the
kind. Sailors are apt to swear; but Jack Mason never swears. He is a
Christian: he loves to pray and read his Bible. The book which he holds
in his hand, as he is talking to that boy, is a Bible. He often has a Bible
in his jacket pocket, when he is on board of his ship; and once in a
while he stops telling stories about what he has seen, and reads some of
the stories in that good book.
When I was a little boy, Jack fell from the high mast of the ship, and
hurt himself so badly that he had to stay at home a long time after that.
Poor fellow! he did not like to be shut up in the house. It was hard work

for him. But he could not go out, until his hip got well. When he was
able to sit up in a chair, I used to go and see him, and hear him tell his
stories. I did not go every day, because my mother thought I had better
not go every day. But I went as often as she would let me go, and staid
as long as she would let me stay.
Jack was always glad to see me, and glad to tell me stories. I was
always glad to hear his stories. Some sailors, who have spent a great
deal of time on board of a ship, and have seen a great many places, are
not good men. They do not always tell the truth. So, when they tell
stories about what they saw where they went, we do not know whether
to believe them or not. But Jack Mason was a good man, and I knew he
would not tell me what was not true.
Shall I tell you some of the stories that this good old sailor told me
when he had to stay at home, because he had broken his hip? I think I
can remember some worth telling again.
"O yes, Mr. Thinker, tell us all the stories the old sailor told you."
"No, I cannot do that. I cannot remember them all."
"Well, tell us all you do remember."
"I will see about it. I will tell you some of them, at any rate. Let me see,
what story shall I tell first? Shall I tell you his story about what he saw
once, when he sailed a great way north? I guess I will."