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Haggadorn today two stories from Ambrose Beers beginning with psychological

shipwreck in the summer of 1874 I was in Liverpool, whether I had gone on

business for the mercantile house of Bronson and Jarrett, New York. I am William Jaret, my partner with Zenis Bronson. The firm

failed last year and unable to endure the fall from affluence to poverty, he died.

Having finished my business and feeling the lassitude and exhaustion incident to its dispatch,

I felt that a protracted sea voyage would be both agreeable and beneficial. So instead of embarking for my return on one of the many

fine passenger steamers, I booked for New York on the sailing vessel Morrow, upon which I had

shipped a large and valuable invoice of the goods I had bought.

The Morrow was an English ship with little accommodation for passengers, of whom there were

only myself, a young woman and her servant, who was a middle-aged woman.

I thought it's singular that a traveling English girl should be so attended,

but she afterward explained to me that the woman had been left with her family by a man and his wife from South Carolina,

both of whom had died on the same day at the house of the young lady's father in Devonshire.

A circumstance in itself sufficiently uncommon to remain rather distinctly in my memory.

Even had it not afterward transpired in conversation with the young lady that the name of the man was William Jarrett, the same as my own. I knew that a branch of my

family had settled in South Carolina, but of them and their history I was

ignorant. The morrow sailed from the mouth of the Mersey on the 15th of June and for several

weeks we had fair breezes and unclouded skies. The skipper, an admirable seaman,

but nothing more, favored us with very little of his society, except

at his table, and the young woman, Miss Jeanette Harford, and I became very well acquainted. We were in truth nearly always together and being of an

introspective turn of mind I often endeavored to analyze and defy the novel

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