| Summary: | moor up The first time I was shipwrecked I was twenty-four; that was the first spring I was to the _ice_.� We came home from Labrador; my father, he was skipper of the vessel.� When we went up to Brigus to _moor_up_ the vessel�, the Vendetta, this vessel was over to the _government wharf;_ so I went over aboard her looking around. At that time it wouldn't be many three-masters[S]4[S] we used to see and I was interested in that stuff. The Captain was on deck --- Captain Sam Nosewor- thy; I didn't know him just the same.[S]5[S] He said he was short of hands --- couldn't get a crew. I said "Captain, what about a _berth"[S]6[S]_ --- this was about the twenty eight of October; she was going to Sydney[S]7[S] for a load of coal; she was in the coal run see. He said "yes"; he told me the story; all hands was _after_ leaving her, cook and all. She was an old vessel and they didn't like her; she See cited quotation. PRINTED ITEM [-]lxxiii (2)[-] G.M.Story, 12/77 JH 12/77 Not used Not used Withdrawn
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