The end of a story does not necessarily mean the end of the hero or heroine, and it is so with my little schooner. Many years she sailed the seas, and I hope she will go right on. Gerard B. Lambert, the yachtsman, gave me an old Ratsey mainsail from his Class J sloop Vanitie, and its furnished me enough canvas for an entire suit of sails for the Morrissey. She will live up to that superfine cloth, for she is a great schooner. I love her as a man can love his vessel, and if she is not as young as she was once, neither am I. Together we have much to do in the north yet, and I know that neither of us feel old. And I pray that we may be able to do it together.