"Jack Crosstree, that old fisherman."

"Who is Jack Crosstree?" asked Captain Green, when the students had passed out of hearing.

Jack Crosstree, as he called himself, had been in Newport about six months, and during that time he had shunned every body except the students, who paid frequent visits to his cabin to listen to his stories, when he happened to be in the humor to tell them, and to purchase specimens of his handiwork in the shape of models of yawls, jolly-boats, and full-rigged ships.