A Bold Captain Boards a Ship
It is an Ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.
He holds him with his skinny hand;
"There was a ship," quoth he.
HERE he comes now, striding down the wharf towards his ship with that firm, supple gait which has been compared to a panther's. He carries himself erect, with the air of a man who thinks well of himself and does not care who knows it. He is returning after a ceremonious visit ashore, dressed in the uniform of an American naval captain in accordance with the regulations of the Marine Committee of the Continental Congress dated September 5, 1776: threecornered hat, blue coat with red facings, slashed cuffs, high stock collar from which flows a cascade of delicate white ruffles, flat yellow buttons, scarlet waistcoat edged with lace, blue breeches, white stockings, and low, soft-leather shoes. One of the seamen swabbing the deck calls to his companions in a low tone, and they pause to gaze over the rail with appreciation. There can be no doubt about the picture the young captain presents, brightly outlined in his gay uniform against the dinginess of the wharf. Everywhere he is famed for the neatness, almost daintiness, of his dress. Even his buttonholes are embroidered with gold thread. Foreign diplomats who have received him____________________