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—and the rickety ferry-boat “Arden”!

What an object to be called “Arden”

among the great piers,⁠—on the

ever new river!

“Put me a Touchstone

at the wheel, white gulls, and we’ll

follow the ghost of the Half Moon

to the North West Passage⁠—and through!

(at Albany!) for all that!”