Across the Preacher’s Desk
I read a story not long ago that came from another day and time. An era when life was simpler, and it was common for people to work for their passage on ships. It seems a young boy approached a ship’s captain in Boston Harbor and asked him if he had a berth on board for a young man who wanted to earn some money during the summer.
The ship’s captain inquired what he could do. The y...
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