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Almost two hundred years to the date of this issue of The Kedge Anchor a very weary sailor who had suffered serious strains to both his health and happiness wrote in a letter to his sister:
You will be sorry to hear my poor dog Bounce is dead. I am afraid he fell overboard in the night. He is a great loss to me. I have few comforts, but he was one, for he loved me. Everybody sorrows for him. He was wiser than (many) who hold their heads higher and was grateful (to those) who were kind to him.