To bacca 9 and 1/2d
Haircutt 1s
Bliddin[1] ...... 18d.
To more bacca Oct. 10th do.
Ditto and shave ditto ditto
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Mem. do. to him 2s. 6d.
The fly-leaf started bravely with "D. Coffin, His Book." After this
the captain had fallen to practising his signature by way of start.
"D. Coffin," "Danl. Coffin," "Danyel Coffin," over and over, and
once "D. Coffin, Esq.," followed by "Steal not this Book for fear of
shame."
Danl. Coffin is my name
England is my nation
Falmth ditto ditto dwelling-place
And hopes to see Salvation.
After these exercises came a blank page, and then, halfway down the
next, abruptly, without title, began the manuscript which I will call
Captain Coffin's statement.
"Pass it to Lydia," said Mr. Rogers. "She reads like a parson."
"Better than most, I hope," said Miss Belcher, taking the book; and
this--I omit the faults of spelling--is what she read aloud--
Mem. Began this August 15th, 1812.
Mem. Am going to tell about the treasure, and what happened. But it
will be no use without the map. If any one tries to bring up
trouble, this is the truth and nothing else. Amen. So be it.
Signed, D. Coffin.
My father followed the sea, and bred me to it. He came from
Devonshire, near Exmouth. N.B.--He used to say the Coffins were a
great family in Devonshire, and as old as any; but it never did him
no good. He was an only son, and so was I, but I had an older
sister, now dead. She grew up and married a poultryman in Quay
Street, Bristol. I remember the wedding. Died in childbed a year
later, me being at that time on my first voyage.
We lived at Bristol, at the foot of Christmas Stairs, left-hand side
going up, two doors from the bottom. My mother from Stonehouse,
Gloster, where they make cloth, specially red cloth for soldiers'
coats. Her maiden name Daniels. She was a religious woman, and
taught me the Bible. My father was lost at sea, being knocked
overboard by the boom in half a gale, two miles S.W. of Lundy.
I was sixteen at the time, and apprentice as cabin-boy on board the
same ship, the _Caroline_, bound from Hayle to Cardiff with copper
ore. I went home and broke the news to my mother, and she told me
then what I didn't know before, that she was very poorly provided
for. I will say this, that I made her a good son; and likewise, that
I never had no luck till I struck the Treasure.
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