The Loss of the "Gretchen B."
A TALE OF A PIRATE GHOST, FOUND FLOATING IN A WATER-BOTTLE.
I
THE DISCOVERY
t was a very pleasant evening in July. Hans Pumpernickel, who had just laid down the duties of Mayor of Schnitzelhammerstein-on-the-Zugvitz, after having filled that lofty office for eight years, was walking with me along the river-front at its busiest point.
"Let us go out on the wharf," said Hans, as we neared its entrance. "When I was a small boy I used to take pleasure in sitting upon the twine-piece of the wharf and letting my legs dingle over."
I scratched my head for a moment before I saw exactly what he meant by "twine-piece" and "dingle."