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Rh They have crowded her deck with the witty and wise,

The saltest wisdom and merriest eyes;

And manned her yards with a gallant crew

That it tickles her staunch old ribs to view.

They say she's bound to sail so fast

That a man on deck can't catch the mast!

And a porpoise trying to keep ahead,

Will get run over and killed stone dead.

Then here's a health to the hands that wrought her,

And three times three to the mind that thought her

For thought's the impulse, work's the way

That brings all Salem here to-day.

Repeated rounds of applause greeted this effusion, and the company went on deck, where music called the dancers to their feet. The wind had died out, and as the sun began to set in the west, the Witch of the Wave anchored in Salem harbor. The day's pleasure was brought to a close by a portion of the company singing these lines of Whittier's that had been set to music for the occasion: